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Family Time

Earlier today I was talking with some friends about “family time”. For some, family time is with those you share the same blood. For others, family time is time spent with those in your heart. Since I was the youngest of a blended family (3 sisters, 2 step-brothers and a step-sister) I was taught that anyone can become family once they are in your heart. Since both my parents worked at least 2 jobs each and were gone quite often, family time was extremely rare and very precious to us all. For us, family time was Game Night.

I remember when I was in grade school, on the nights that our parents weren’t working, all 9 of us (more if cousins were visiting) would squeeze around the kitchen table and play Shanghai Rummy with my Dad’s plastic cards. They were in a special case and we had to be careful because they were made of a stiff plastic and really old. If a card hit the table wrong or was dropped too hard it would crack or break. We only used those cards when we played Shanghai Rummy with my parents. To this day, when I see those cards, I think of Shanghai Rummy and laughter.

At other times we would play Spoons. We had to use the regular cards when we played Spoons because it quickly became crazy around that old table. Hands were moving lightening fast as we picked up cards and then slapped them down again. I remember my body being tense with excitement as I tried to watch the spoons in the middle of the table praying that I was fast enough to keep up with the older kids. My Sister, Chriss, was the queen of the sneak attack. She would quickly and quietly grab a spoon then keep playing like she didn’t have one! I learned very fast to watch her closely. I knew I wasn’t as slick as her (she was 15 years older than me!) but I was fast at grabbing a spoon.

Once I was married I tried to continue family night with my kids. During the first year of my marriage we would play board games every other Friday night. It would be my ex, the kids, my Son’s Dad, his girlfriend, her kid and any others that wanted to come to the house. There would be several of us in the kitchen cooking dinner together or, if the guys were outside grilling, we would get the rest of the food ready. Talking and laughter would fill every nook and cranny in that house. Then once we all finished eating and cleaning up, let the games begin! It would go until 3 or 4 in the morning most times. The kids would get restless or tired and wander off to some part of the house to sleep, play video games or watch a movie. The adults would continue talking, drinking and laughing. Most of the time, we were more interested in our conversation than in playing the game.

Sadly, when my marriage fell apart so did my family. My Daughter and I moved to Lawrence, my Son stayed in Alaska and family night became a distant memory. Over time my Daughter graduated and moved back to Alaska. My Son decided he wanted to live with me and moved to Lawrence a couple of years ago. We’ve done “family time” but it isn’t the same as before. Yes, there is laughter and fun but the organized chaos is gone.

No more kids running through the front door and out the back door with the dog in hot pursuit. No adults telling jokes or slamming dominoes on the table while talking about ‘back in the day’. Now it’s a shared movie while calmly eating dinner or a quick game of Rockband. At least that’s the way it’s been but I have a feeling that we’ll start seeing that organized chaos again.

You see, we recently had a new member temporarily join our family and something tells me that he hasn’t had enough family time during these last 15 years. It makes me sad to think he hasn’t experienced the noise, laughter and love of a good game night. This weekend it’s going to change. This weekend I plan on sitting around my old table with my 2 Sons and other ‘family’ and play a game or two. I want my new Son to experience the chaos that only the love of family can bring.