"A grownup is a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
One year, when we were living in Carthage, away from my sisters and their families. everyone came up for Christmas. I am not sure of the number of people in the house. I do know, I had a twin bed and Mama and Daddy had a double bed and that was it. No more beds.
It's a series of impressions, more than complete memories. Lots of extra noise in the house as everyone laughed and talked. A real feeling of joy in the home because everyone was together. The thing that impressed me the most was that. after Mama had me ready for bed and we walked back into the living room to say goodnight, there were pallets everywhere! I thought it was the single most exciting thing ever! I have no idea what we had for Christmas dinner, nor do I remember what gifts I received, but this stays with me. The thrill, the joy, the anticipation and the sense of family.
Growing up as the only child in the house, this was the closest I ever came to understanding what it would be like to be in a large family. Mother had three sisters and they grew up together. Daddy came from a family were he had thirteen siblings. This was the fullest our home would ever be, and it is a memory I will treasure always!
What about you? Siblings? Ever have your home full of stay-over family for a holiday or occasion? What were your earliest impressions of it?
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