Sorry I’m late posting today, we spent the weekend at our daughter’s. Her hubby was out of town at a convention, and she was keeping a friend’s daughter, along with her “usual” six.
As if that wasn’t enough, she invited some of the neighborhood children over for a picnic lunch on the lawn Saturday, and another friend and her three children for dinner. It was a day of fun for everyone. I’ve never seen so much energy in one place…well, maybe the playground when I was in elementary school.
There were bikes and trikes and scooters–you name it. If it had wheels, there was a child on it. They rolled up and down the sidewalk, and ’round and ’round the cul de sac while the sun shone.
When darkness fell, the fun moved indoors. The house has the perfect floor plan: circles can be run from room to room, through the hallway, up and down the stairs. There was much laughter, giggling, and all-around silliness. I’m pretty sure the grown-ups had nearly as much fun observing them; and everyone slept well that night.
Sunday was quieter, most of the family went to church, a thunderstorm passed through mid-afternoon, and then we headed home.
Today, in the quiet of my own house, I wonder if those who grew up as an “only child,” like our daughter, tend to surround themselves with a multitude of youngsters. What are your thoughts and observations on that?