I’ve just spent ten days with my family: my four children, my four brothers, their wives and all their children. If you throw in my own cousins, their children and — well, the group gets big.
Every year, I make the pilgrimage back to Cape Cod where I spent my summers as a child. I used to say that I returned every year to see my parents, but now they are both gone. So why do I go?
And should I keep going? It’s a question I ask myself a lot. But on this flight back to California, which is my home, I know deep in my heart why I go and why I’m so happy that I still can.
I go to connect. I go to keep my connection strong with my family. I go so that my kids will know their cousins and understand the value of family. I go so that my children will understand that you can have great fun just sitting around a table playing UNO, or playing ping pong, or making s’mores on the beach.
I go to sail with my brothers. I go to develop a relationship with my sisters-in-law and my nieces and nephews. I go because, in this fast-paced world, it’s good to have a place to go where life is simpler and where you are surrounded by family.
I have discovered that I feel best when I am connected deeply through conversation and shared experiences with people I love and who love me back.
So why do I keep coming back? I go back back so I can move forward in my life secure in the knowledge that I’m loved by a great, big group of men and women, boys and girls, who make up my family.
As I head west, I feel loved, I feel grateful and I feel blessed. My parents gave me the gift of a beautiful family. I go back so I can move forward…it’s that simple.