On Saturday, Mason got to meet his Uncle Russ for the first time. He’d never met someone so tan or with a beard, so he wasn’t quite sure what to think. The fact that I woke him up from his nap didn’t help much either. Poor Uncle Russ, he drives over 5 hours to meet his only nephew and Mason definitely was not his usual smiley happy self while he was here.
We only get to see each other once or twice a year, so the visit was way too short and it makes me a bit sad to think that it might be next summer before I see him again. I guess that’s how it goes when you’ve got those dang jobs and lives and hobbies and such (well, he has hobbies, me, my hobbies travel are quite portable *cough* blogging/internetting *cough* Every summer we swear wer’re going to get down and see his new (well, new three years ago) house this year and every year, something comes up. This year, it’s the idea that taking such a trip with an infant seems quite daunting. And we’d have to find a dogsitter since we no longer have room to travel with them.
When thinking about family, I think of how crazy it is that Mason only has three uncles and two aunts and will probably only have 3-4 cousins. Heck, both of my parents have 9 sisters and brothers and P’s family is the same (if not more plentiful) so both of us are use to these huge family gatherings and lots of cousins and aunts and uncles to be with at every holiday and family picnics and that really probably won’t be the norm for Mason. It’s strange how just over one generation, times can change so much.
Which I guess is why it’s even more important for us to embrace the family we DO have and reach out to our extended “family” to make sure that Mason knows that he has lots of ‘Aunties’ that he can look up to that care about him a lot! And favorite uncles who live allll the way across the state!