When I was young, our cousins were our closest and most long lived friends. Each Sunday was spent at Grandma's or Nana's and the cousins would gather often. We grew up together. The only girl cousin my age lived in Texas. With eager anticipation, I awaited for news of their annual summer visit. Besides countless family parties, we always got at least one sleep over where secrets were shared, trouble was caused and bonds were made. The Texas cousins always seemed so much more worldly wise than us little country bumpkins. I held them in a bit of admiration. The only flaw that marred their visit was that in their presence we were relegated into second class grand kids, and nieces. We were certain that they were the favored ones, because we all, grandparents and uncles, doted on them.
Memories flooded back as this week, Little Mother's special cousin, Seena came to stay. As a mother, I am frustrated with my little one's late night giggling, constant requests for special favors and activities, and desires to impress her California cousin with her worldliness. However, I do remember. Every moment. They prepared for the visit with several hour long phone calls in which they discussed everything from what they wanted to be when they grew up to the current temperament of their siblings. Seena is gone now, but I am certain, that like my cousins, she will remain an indelible part of Little Mother's childhood.