Tonight found me spending time with my siblings while visiting family in New York for the weekend. We had the usual nice time punctuated by jokes and stories, but through it all, I couldn’t help but feel a flood of nostalgia about childhood.
It seems like just yesterday that my sisters and I were playing for hours in the woods behind our home. We would routinely journey into the stand of trees that doubled as Narnia one day and the Hundred Acre Wood on another day. Once inside the shelter of trees, we would find ourselves battling giants or running away from captors. Our imaginations were more vivid than that of a creative mind at Pixar, and they never seemed to tire of coming up with new adventures.
We spent this time together because we wanted to and wouldn’t have been able to think of anything more appealing to do. People are shocked to learn that we didn’t have a TV when we were growing up, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way because it pushed my siblings and me to develop relationships that have only gotten stronger as we have aged.
Sure, we have replaced the trials and tribulations of a make-believe Alaskan fishing camp with serious talks about our adult lives, but the core remains. We are a tight-knit group of siblings who will forever be in each other’s lives, whether we always like it or not.
This is something that I never want to forget. There will continue to be times when I am frustrated or allow my temper to flare up towards my siblings, but that will never change the fact that I love them and will always look out for them.
So here I sit in the living room of my childhood home, thinking about what awaits me when I go back to my adulthood home in Ohio. And as I think about that, I can’t help but feel a little jealous towards childhood me who had nothing to worry about except for what his character’s name should be in whatever imaginary game was being played that day. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life, but there will always be a part of me that misses the simpler times.
Thankfully, I can enjoy the benefits of iron tight sibling relationships since I talk to my sisters on a regular basis and continue being a part of their lives. It’s definitely harder than when we all lived a door or two down from each other, but the challenge of keeping up with each other from a distance is what makes this stage of life so interesting. And who knows? Maybe we’ll journey into the woods that seem much smaller than they did years ago to have another adventure in the future. That’s the joy of life: you never know when something might come full circle.