|Sisters on the Strand in Portrush|
We had a lovely week. The weather wasn't great but there were still plenty of walks to the lough, the playground and the little beach at Ballyronan marina. Our children range in age from 6 to 23 and while the older ones were either working or travelling the world, the others enjoyed seeing each other. I hardly saw my daughter all week as she stayed with the cousins in Ballyronan, entertaining the little ones and hanging out with 12 year old cousin Sarah from New Zealand. There were also football games and Mario Cart battles with the big boy cousin, Callum.
We also saw some of the extended family and invited cousins to a barbecue one evening - the sun shone even though it was a touch chilly and it was good to see everyone again and welcome them to the house which was always full of visitors when Dad was alive. And another relatively sunny but chilly day, we took a trip to the seaside and visited Portrush, where we used to go for holidays and Sunday School excursions.
When I get together with my sisters we tend to revert to our childhood family roles. This is not something I was aware of until my husband pointed it out. This picture of three of us taken in Portrush in about 1966 kind of illustrates this. I'm the good girl, always keen to please: look at my smile and neatly folded arms, whereas Sister 2, is the cheeky one with her tongue out. So it was no surprise then when last week she avoided the cooking and the washing up and chose instead to entertain her small nephews by playing Dragon Trail on the Ipad with them.
Sometimes people say we are similar and I suppose in some ways we are. I'm more aware of differences than similarities. I'm the only teacher and the only Arts graduate, most of the others leant more towards Science or Maths. Two are opticians(or optometrists, the official term) but are very different personalities. The other two are very organised (unlike me) and have the kind of managerial jobs which require them to travel abroad at times. One sister has a very lively social life, I prefer a quieter life with some time on my own, just as I did as a teenager when I was the only one to have a bedroom to myself. Three of us read similar kinds of books, recommending writers to each other; one prefers fantasy- Game of Thrones type stuff, and one doesn't read very much at all. I could go on....
When we are together, it is very loud. Husband says we all talk at once and shout each other down. There was quite a lot of that last week - sitting around drinking wine after dinner and talking. There was also a bit of bickering over the chores and other stuff - as there always was - I'm not painting a picture of a perfect family here. But we don't fall out for long. I love my sisters and count myself lucky to be part of a close family.
Linking again with Amy at Love Made my Home.