July 27, 2012
I don’t really have any extended family nearby.
My parents and siblings live 1000 kms away. As for Julian, his parents live in Sydney and his siblings are scattered all over. None of them live anywhere near us. It’s been this way for over 11 years, just us and our kids. And it’s something I had hoped would change when we moved back to Australia. Unfortunately that was not to be the case.
I always dreamt of my own kids having grandparents who played an active role in their lives. I felt sure that both sets of grandparents wouldn’t let me down and would embrace our children in their hearts and their arms in the same way they have with their other grandchildren. However, due to the fact our parents live so far away, things didn’t turn out the way I wanted them to. Don’t get me wrong – our parents are fantastic grandparents and they dote on our kids, but we only see them once or twice a year. Not enough, as far as I’m concerned, and I wish it was more often.
We are lucky, though, to have Julian’s aunt living nearby. We don’t see her often, but when we do it’s lovely. With no airs and graces, Julie and I get along brilliantly. I can talk to her about so many different things, about family, about Julian, and about my kids. I can talk to her about how I’m feeling, and I know she won’t judge me or desert me because it’s all too much for her to take. In some way, she’s a bit of a mother-figure to me. She’s sweet, she’s classy, she’s opinionated, she’s funny. Julie’s daughter and family live in Sydney, and I know she misses them greatly. I know she’d much rather be down there with them. But in the meantime, I’m glad she’s here. And I’m thankful that we can catch up with her every now and again.
It’s nice to have family around. I miss having family around. It gets awfully lonely sometimes.