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Thankful for my 21 “others”

Although my family lived quite far from extended family when I was very young, my memories in general really begin about the time we moved to Roswell, NM.  My twin brother Herschel and I were six, and with the exception of 1 year in Cedar City, Utah and 1 year in Springerville, Arizona, we lived within a 5 hour radius of our grandparents from that point on.  Regardless of how tight the budget might have been, it was always important that we spent time over Christmas with both my mom’s and my dad’s families.  We knew that there might be very little around our family’s Christmas tree at home, but we would be packing up and traveling to spend several days with our family.

My dad’s extended family was relatively small.  He was one of three children and his siblings, my Aunt Susan and my Uncle Ben and Aunt Sharon, had just 1 and 2 children respectively.  Our cousin Shannon is just 7 days younger than myself and Herschel and our cousins Sara and Kristen are just a few years younger than my twin sisters, Kari and Kathi.

On the other hand, my mom’s family was considerably larger.  My mom was one of 6 children and each of her siblings had 2-4 children.  There were 18 cousins altogether, several of who were close to my age.  We were seldom at my grandparents’ home all at once.  Our families would arrive and overlap on either end of our stays so that we saw several of the families each year for a couple of days but might miss a family or two as well if our travels dates required.

Those shared holidays, and the many other times each year that we saw our grandparents and certain clusters of cousins, must have made an impression on all 4 of my siblings.  We certainly do not live close to one another but for 14 years we’ve made concerted effort to share a holiday together.  We alternate Christmas and Thanksgiving every other year, allowing the in-law families exclusive rights to the other.  This tradition began Thanksgiving before Franklin and I married that New Year’s Eve.  Herschel and Alison had been married a year and a half, Tim and Kathi had been married 11 months and had a newborn (our parents 2nd grandchild, Adrian) who was just 3 weeks old, and Kari and Justin were engaged to be married the next May.

It’s not unusual that families would be together during the holidays, but it might interest you to know how we manage 26 (9 adults and 17 children) for many days (often 7 days for our corporate Christmas holidays) under 1 roof.  Aside – One of my favorite Netflix shows right now is “The Duggars: 19 Kids and Counting”.  I’ve mentioned before that I’m a people watcher and it stands to reason that if I can’t watch people in person, reality television fits the bill.  Although we have experience managing 20+ for a week for many years now, there’s considerable planning and organization for the event.  I can’t quite wrap my mind around the logistics for life 24/7, 365 days a year for their very large family.

Of course, we did not start with 26.  Hindsight being what it is, with Bailey and Adrian being the only children 14 years ago, while we probably thought the logistics of 10 adults and 2 children was extreme, it was simple in comparison.

We have a very specific rotation system.  Bailey spends every other holiday with his dad, a schedule that is standard for custody arrangements, so the holiday that I have Bailey is the holiday the Thompsons congregate.  If it’s a Thanksgiving visit, and is thus a shorter holiday, we meet in Joplin (Kari’s home) or Norman (Herschel’s home), requiring no family more than 10 hours of travel time.  If it’s a Christmas visit, with more time to travel, we alternate between Portales and wherever Kathi’s family happens to be living (St. Louis or Jackson, Wyoming).

Unless we are in Portales, where both our family and our mother have large homes, we find a rental that can accommodate 26 or my siblings coordinate with generous friends who allow several of us to stay in their homes while they travel.  The rentals often lend to the “experience”.  One rental in Arkansas is referred to as the “roach motel” and a second in Arkansas was filthy when we arrived.  We certainly had the opportunity to leave the home “nicer than we found it”!  One year my parents rented an RV that we parked outside my brother’s home in Norman.  We’ve not mentioned that as an option since!

One of our favorite retreats was Jacob’s Ladder outside Norman.  We’re returning there this Thanksgiving.  We’ve not been in 8 years, since Caden was 6 weeks old, and since I had a newborn I did not venture far from the main house but I do remember the bunkhouse 50 yards from the main house was fantastic for the majority of kids.  There is a lake that will be less worrisome now that the majority of the kids are 7 years old or older, hiking trails (that I will be able to enjoy this year) and a gym for indoor play should the weather turn cold.

Jacob’s Ladder will be emotional.  Thanksgiving 8 years ago was our last holiday with our dad.  We make it a point to take lots of pictures of cousin fun, individual families and a large group photo of everyone.  Our full family photo from Jacob’s Ladder is the last we have with dad.

Food becomes a variable we spend lots of hours thinking about and planning for.  Several of us are gluten free now and most of us are at least moderately health conscious.  Several prefer organic and free-range and several are very picky about their coffee J.  We’ve not ever discussed this but I would assume we all “pray up” for the weekend (Franklin and I certainly do) and God is good to bless our time together!  We know that we are somewhat the exception to extended family relations.  With the love of Christ as our example, we truly want to honor and serve each other and are conscious of putting the needs of others in front of our own, knowing that it is through Christ alone that we are able to bear fruit!

We divide the meals amongst the families and create an online, editable spreadsheet about a month out.  We add our meal thoughts to the spreadsheet to ensure a nice variety of meals for our time together.  We prepare and freeze what we can ahead of time and the family that is responsible for cooking the meal also cleans up afterwards.  Most of the kids are old enough to have set chores and cleanup duties at home and you can be sure that they pitch in to make our family gatherings as enjoyable for the adults as it is for the kids.

We often have to be creative with the sleeping arrangements.  Couples and “Grammars” always have an actual bed, although often couples get a twin bed and a hide-away (a common accoutrement of vacation rentals).  The kids bunk down in random hallways, 2nd living areas, laundry room floors, and breezeways with air mattresses, cots, camping mats, sleeping bags and make-shift pallets.  The arrangement often changes from night to night, depending on which cousins paired off as best-cousins for the day.  With the exception of Bailey, who is 3 years older than Adrian, and the youngest, Grace, our kids have cousins who are just months apart from each other in age.  In fact, all four of our families were pregnant together two different times.  We have a cluster of 4 twelve year olds and a cluster of 4 seven-eight year olds right now.

We all bring talents to the table that lend well to managing the gang.  My classroom instruction experience allows me to manage Christmas tamales and craft time with Aunt Marea.  My sister-in-law Alison is also a classroom educator with a music education background.  She single handedly organized and directed our first Christmas play last year, involving (and costuming) every child.  My brother-in-law Tim (an avid hiker) and my twin Herschel (a Boy Scout leader) plan outdoor adventures with the kids, and our mom enjoys reading books with smallest children who often need more 1 on 1 love.

My sisters are both amazing in the kitchen and help organize upon arrival to assure efficiency throughout our stay.  They are also our resident pediatricians keeping everyone diligent in hygiene standards and cleanliness, assuring that we all stay healthy.  My brother-in-law Justin is the barista for the group, keeping us happy and caffeinated, and last but not least, Franklin, who is more musically talented than he ever lets on, leads the family in praise and worship and DJs for our annual sock-hop.

I’ve mentioned a “tradition” that is worth expounding on (the annual sock-hop) and there are a few more “traditions” you might find interesting.  The sock-hop is one of the highlights of our visit.  We take “dressy” clothes for the kids (the kind you have to buy for 1 event [a concert or a wedding] each year and never get much use out of it before it’s too small) and clear a room to make a “dance floor”.  Grammars spends the afternoon making popcorn balls and marshmallow treats with the kids for “snacks” at the “dance”.  Franklin (and some of the older boys) DJ while 25 of us dance around the dance floor.  It’s crazy fun!  Daddy’s spend lots of time dancing with their daughters and crazy Aunts take long lines of cousins on dance “train” follow the leader esque laps while Grammars (she laughs that she was raised Southern Baptist and never learned to dance) watches and claps for our hijinks.

I’ve mentioned that my brother-in-law Justin is our resident barista.  Coffee is a beautiful  escape at our get-togethers for the mommies.  We send the kids off to explore and enjoy their cousins between meals and the mommies sit down to enjoy catching up on life.  I drink too much coffee anyways, and my coffee consumption accelerates at our get-togethers (thus the crazy dance “train” follow the leader esque laps on the dance floor).  It would take me pages to sufficiently describe how much joy my three sisters and my mom bring to my life.  Because we do not see each other more than 2-3 times a year, “coffee” time is a top priority!

When we are together for Christmas, we have a stocking exchange rather than traditional gifts.  We bring and hang stockings, creating a wall of stockings with 26.  We often have to hang a 2nd plastic bag behind each stocking to catch the overflow.  We bring a small something for everyone; fun matching socks for the kids, sample sized toiletries of a fun product we’ve discovered throughout the year, finger glow rings, glow sticks, small framed family photos, or one of thousands of small Pinterest crafts.

Our planning for this year has begun.  I’ve got to spend some time organizing the meals our family is responsible for and finding our camping bedding for the kids.  I put the Christmas tree up more than a month ago and decorated it for fall.  The lights do wonders for my attitude as the holidays approach.  I’m reminded of the one who came to be The Light of the World and our Thanksgiving celebrations put a high priority on our relationship with our Heavenly Father.

I’m reminded of the stories of both Joseph and Esther.  I believe we are living in the time and place God pre-ordained for us and I believe that others in our lives are, in miraculous ways, here for very specific reasons.  My siblings speak into my life in ways no one else on Earth does.  I can’t wait to change gears for 4 days, re-connect with 21 of my “others”, enjoying them and serving them however I can, and I’m grateful that our entire family approaches our time in the same way.  We are truly blessed, despite the challenges each one of us face.  From the Smiths to your family, Happy Thanksgiving!

RIP Rhinestone, Cookies, and Cream

Two weeks ago, our family experienced 5 excruciating days (and sleepless nights) of kitty purgatory.  I brought this upon our family, unwittingly, and am quite certain we won’t be able to allow it to happen again.  Here’s fair warning.  Don’t call the Smiths to ask if we will nurse a litter of kittens.  The answer is “no”.

I wasn’t raised with pets.  My dad was allergic to cats and my mom was raised on a farm.  Cats were for catching mice in the barn and dogs were to help corral the cows.  I don’t remember ever asking for a pet, but we did have two dogs growing up.

Pepper was a Chinese pug.  She was older when we acquired her from a family we knew.  I’m not sure why they gave her to us, but I was 8 or 9 and I remember running around with Pepper in our backyard for a year or two.  When our family moved to Utah, we left Pepper with my grandparents at the farm.  I’m fairly sure she died almost immediately.  I want to believe that her age and a broken heart were to blame.  I suspect, as an adult looking back, that the coyotes played a part in her short-lived farm experience.

When I was a sophomore, my grandmother passed away.  Her unexpected death was difficult on my dad.  He came home with Panda.  This Siberian Husky puppy’s past was sketchy and her health was questionable.  I was introduced to the concept of a canine dewormer and the resultant “waste”.

I didn’t feed Panda, nor did I play with her as I was much too preoccupied with my “oh so important” life.  Panda was my dad’s back porch companion and was around for many years.  She was always an outside dog.  I’m not sure why, but again, as I look back as an adult I’m fairly certain her thick white coat might have been reason enough.

When Bailey was 6 and Emma was nearing her first birthday I mentioned that we were thinking about getting a dog for the kids.  I must have been in the teachers’ lounge as a dear friend and veteran teacher overheard and offered our family her black cocker spaniel.  We picked up Sweetie for a weekend test drive.

Prospective pet ownership lesson #1:  A test drive with 2 young children will always result in pet ownership.  There was no way either of our children would allow us to return Sweetie.  They were in love, and Franklin and I felt obligated.

Sweetie had some interesting quirks.  The kids were confused about her “fondness” for pillows.  I can’t think of an appropriate way to describe her behavior around various cushions, but it was obvious to anyone in the room that Sweetie was particularly passionate about them.  Additionally, I’ll never forget our first walk with Sweetie.

Unlike most canines, who apparently prefer to TCOB in dirt or grass, Sweetie took advantage of the middle of 18th Street in Portales.  We were in the center of the street, quite literally between the lanes of traffic, when Sweetie squatted and refused to move.  We had to drag her, mid squat, to the side of the road to save her life.

Sweetie was an indoor pet (we even have a family picture with Sweetie) until the birth of our third child, Caden.  Simply put, I was over having an indoor pet.  I wanted a spotless floor for Caden to crawl on and Sweetie, I reasoned, needed the fresh air.  Sweetie has been with us for 11 years.  She is deaf and we lovingly refer to her as our viejita.

Throughout the years we’ve humored the kids in their desire for more pets, having had a variety of beta and having once adopted two kittens, Max and Riley.  We found Max and Riley on our doorstep when the kids were 12, 6, and 2 or so.  Bailey had a cat at his dad’s house, and thought cats at our home would be fantastic.  Franklin, Emma, and Caden are all allergic to a good many things including cats, and we hoped, after paying several hundreds of dollars to spay and neuter Max and Riley, they would hang around in the backyard napping and doing cute-cat kinds of things while being friendly to the occasional child that paid them a visit.

Franklin and the kids even wrote a song about our small zoo, singing it before bed every night.  “Max and Riley, and Swee-tie too.  Live outside under the big blu-oo.  Mr. Blue Fee and Mr. Swimmy, don’t have to live out in the big blue sea, cause they live (clap, clap) with E-mma and Ca-den (clap), and Bailey too, yes they live (clap, clap) with E-mma and Ca-den (clap), and Bailey too!  Aahhh, the joys of feline life.

It wasn’t long before Franklin and I came to call our kitties “kitties of the night”.  We felt used and abused.  We never saw them.  When they got hungry they would perch themselves outside our bedroom bay window and scream, quite literally, at us.  They wouldn’t let us near them, they were vicious around Sweetie,  and we assumed they were fed by most of the families on the street.  In fact, and this is not something we’re proud of, we left those cats on Aquarius Drive.  They were not around the day we moved, I never could figure out how to transport them, and we were quite sure that they would be gone the minute we let them out in our new backyard.

I’d not thought of ever having a cat in our home again until 2 Fridays ago.  A woman whom I’d taught with saw my Facebook post about Emma and her “volunteer internship” at our local veterinary clinic.  She asked if we might be willing to nurse a litter of kitties until the vet opened Monday morning.  Emma overheard the conversation.  I couldn’t say no to her big brown eyes.

Lessons learned:  inquire as to how old said kitties are, inquire as to whether said kitties know how to use a bottle, inquire as to the health of said kitties, and most importantly, ask if it has been determined for sure that the vet’s clinic accepts orphaned kitties.

After a trip to Wal-Mart to purchase bottles and formula, we brought four feeble kitties home and began our crash course in orphaned kitty care.  The kids were immediately saddened to learn that the kittens had no clue about using a bottle.  Feeding them alone was going to be harder than they thought.  The kittens were also sick, and within 30 minutes I began to plan for how we would handle their death.  This was going to be more emotional than we’d assumed.

The kids named the kittens immediately.  The most pathetic of the litter was named Hope.  The kids reasoned Hope, for whom there seemed little hope as she was the most confused about swallowing, needed all the hope she could get.

The first fatality followed shortly after settling in that first night.  Caden, being a physical eight year old boy, was desperate to get the kitties to play with him.  Even after several explanations that they needed to stay together in their box for warmth, Caden had his favorite, whom he’d named Rhinestone, out on the floor “playing” in Emma’s bedroom.  Emma stepped off her bed after feeding another kitty, and unknowingly stepped on Rhinestone.  It was horrible.  The kids were devastated, Franklin was frustrated, and I was beside myself, watching Caden and Emma struggle with guilt and heartbreak.

All of the kittens had extreme difficulty breathing, so Emma set up a humidifier.  They had crusty, infected eyes and noses, so Emma diligently wiped their eyes and noses with wet cotton balls.  I’m not exactly sure why she was cleaning their bottoms with Vaseline, but if a website said it was a good idea, Emma did it.  She even learned the ins and outs of kitten CPR.  We drew the line at mouth to mouth.  Despite our encouragement to remain detached, Caden fell in love next with Cookie, and despite Emma’s research and steadfast care, Cookie passed away Saturday afternoon and Cream passed on Sunday.

Remarkably, Hope seemed stronger and began taking more milk and eating more often.  We were so proud of the kids for their diligent care and were happy for Hope, knowing the vet’s care would be a greater quality than we could offer, as we headed to the clinic on Monday morning.  The thought had crossed my mind, What if the veterinary’s clinic won’t  take orphaned kittens that required bottle feeding?, but my friend seemed sure that our tour of duty would be over when we reached the clinic Monday morning.  I put my doubts to rest prematurely.  I should have prepared more thoroughly for that scenario.

The veterinarian looked at Hope and was generous in giving us an antibiotic, but caring for Hope was too big a commitment for the clinic.  No need to explain that commitment to me.  We’d been living it for three days.

I spent a good majority of Monday and Tuesday communicating back and forth with people my Facebook friends suggested as possible options for Hope’s continued care.  I was so grateful when a placement was found with an experienced animal rescue provider and Hope was settled into her new home.  I’ve not heard about Hope’s progress since then.  I would like to simply assume she’s continued to gain strength and is well.

Caden and Emma have mentioned Hope in the days since, but remarkably, they do not seem too worse for the wear.  I know Emma learned much about the care of kittens, and much about inevitable loss when caring for sick and orphaned animals.  I think they both have a better understanding of the care and commitment pets require.  Having to stay fairly close to the house and make herself available for feedings every 3 hours round the clock gave Emma a small taste of parenthood, and while I warmed the bottles in the middle of the night for her (as sleeping through a cry is not something I can easily do), I woke Emma up and made her feed the kittens.  All in all, I can see some positives in this experience, but it’s one Franklin and I will pass on in the future.  I imagine Emma, however, will have a soft spot in her heart for animal rescue for the rest of her life.

Emma turned 12 on Thursday.  Her one gift request was a hedgehog.  I should probably have done more research on the ins and outs of hedgehog ownership before I said “yes”.  You would think I would have conceptually learned a lesson from our weekend of kitty purgatory but again, Emma’s brown pleading eyes tipped the scales in my internal struggle.  I’ll keep you posted.