Family.Everyone is from one. Some that are tight, close, solid.
Other's that are spread in to the wind like wheat chaff. Not in touch, not caring to be. Fall out from past divorces or how the estate was diffied up. And someone got more or less than they should have.
The grief of a death can test the strength, resolve of a family relationship dynamic. The institution is sacred and fragile at times in any family's ups and downs that happen right on schedule, right on time in anyone's life. I'm the youngest of four, riding high and handsome on my ten year senior brother's shoulders in this old photo. Life is good when you are part of a family. One that you have a distinct role in and that missing any member would affect the rest of that family.
I grew up on a Maine potato farm and like my older three brothers, we all worked side by side with our parents. I saw my parents a lot..at breakfast, in the fields, at night when in the summer we headed to Uncle Frank's waterfront cottage at nearby Nickerson Lake. Then stopped for an ice cream on the way home.
Or hit a double feature Borderland drive in movie with me in my slipper in the feet one piece pj's. And out like a light, sleeping soundly in the back seat before Clint Eastwood had even shot his first guy in a black hat that almost made it to the Mexican border. Family. We went to our uncle and aunt's homes..different one every sunday afternoon and the tribe of kids played while the parents talked, recalled earlier times. Caught up on today's day to day with each other on front open porches, parked in lawn chairs or around the supper table. Connection before web 2.0 social media hit like wild fire.
We all have real estate jobs, professions, careers here at Active Rain. But the bottom line, what is more important and rewarding than any listing or sale is our families. The privledge and responsibility of having one, watching them grow. Being part of each other's life. I have four kids, two of each and now that the youngest is in college, it is an adjustment to get a life beyond day to day hockey, soccer games. No more bean suppers with Nana and Buppy at the farm. Things change, life moves in to the next stage.
Now gear shifting to fill the time with more than packing lunches, making big breakfasts and getting the potato pickers to the fields during an Aroostook County harvest. To racing to little league games, playing catch and fielding grounders with your child. Playing tennis. Watching a goal, run scored by your child. A valedictorian presentation. All the awards. Teaching them how to drive. Nursing them back to health in the middle of the night when they are sick. Tub time and the grocery guessing game, Cosmic Jimmy / Cosmic Julie stories (the girls wanted stories that the boys had not heard at bed time so the adventures of the two Cosmic's started with a moral at the end.) And both ends of the day time events, rituals spent with your kids as they grew up. To building soap box derby racers and hauling them with all four kids around New England to send them down hills. Eventually making two trips to Akron Ohio with two of the four racers to the All American Soap Box Derby event.
To going to a Coldplay concert in Manchester New Hampshire and driving all night while the kids sleep in laid down seats in back of the jeep to get home at sunrise.Crazy stuff like that. Climbing Mt Katahdin, tubing on Drews Lake. And holidays with traditions passed down I saw, experienced as a kid in Northern Maine.
To packing and taking a road trip to deliver this one to college and two weeks later do the same routine to a different city, state, campus. I love being a parent and know my parents did too. So as you rant about this deal that went south, that buyer or seller that you wonder what medication they are not taking today, think about what matters most in life. Your family. The one you came from. The one your are lucky enough to raise and pass on generational lessons to.
Thought this would be a good 400,000 point level blog to kick in to high gear. To push off the wall of the pool as we do another relay heading for the 500,000 point level.
Thanks for following my blog, commenting, being part of the Active Rain family. Signing off for now from up here in the right hand corner of the world. A place called Maine. OK, back to work. If you are looking for small town values, local community spirit and a safe place to raise a family, your search has just ended. Call, Click, Come Visit in person at 69 North Street, Houlton Maine 04730.
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