All of a sudden I have a ton of cousins. I’m not complaining. As a matter of fact, I like it. Both my uncle’s married late and had children late, so my first cousins weren’t around when I was young. Then, one of my uncles remarried and his wife had two girls who became my cousins. I even found a cousin on Facebook!
Growing up, I didn’t have any cousins. Well, that’s not true. I had four cousins who lived in the Bronx — three boys and a girl. Every summer, they stayed with my sister and brother and I in my parent’s house. And, we became very close. Every summer was another adventure at my house. We lived by a dock yard and would either jump in the bay or we would be up to some sort of mischief. Now that we are adults, I rarely talk with my cousins, only at special occasions.
And, the other night I saw three of the four of my cousins. One of the men’s son got married and my sister and I drove up to Pelham to start out at the church and the reception followed in New Rochelle. It was a lovely affair. It was particularly great to see my two male cousins who I hardly ever see and my female cousin who I talk with all the time. She’s only two years older and we are really like sisters.
My sister and I received such a warm reception that evening, that when we left we both had a huge smile on our faces.
Thinking about cousins, I am really grateful to have so many cousins now. It’s nice to be able to share experiences and feel that mutual bond.
Tell me about an experience with your cousins.
