There’s something to be said for being part of a big family. There’s a lot of love, laughter, arguments, and boisterous noise at family gatherings. I come from a family of six, including myself. I’m the youngest one and there’s a large age gap of 19 and 18 years between my oldest brother and oldest sister, and myself. My 4 older siblings grew up close in age from 1954 to 1960, and my middle sister and I were the last ones to be born in 1969 and 1973. Since our parents passed away a few years ago, my oldest siblings have become like my second set of parents and like grandparents to my sons. They were my Godparents when I was born and they are to my youngest sons as well.
To the cousins though, none of it matters. My oldest brother has grandchildren close to my kids’ ages. When they’re together they just know that they want to hang out and have fun. My 3 brothers are great uncles to my sons and it gives me great pride watching them as grandfathers. They’ve always been like father figures to me and I know their adult children and grandchildren are blessed, no matter what age gap exists in our family tree.
Jeanine Lebsack is a special needs parent of two adorable sons who advocates for mental health and autism spectrum disorder. She’s a proud hockey loving Canadian who spends her spare time reading, writing, advocating for her children, and getting outside as much as possible with her busy family. She’s determined to finish her book and see it in print before her kids are driving. You can follow her journey on Jsack’s Mom’s Blog and on Facebook.