I love my two brothers and adore my sisters-in-law. We speak frequently, but getting all of us together in person is a rare treat. Of course, we’ve stayed in each other’s homes over the years, but some of our most enjoyable get-togethers have involved group travel. After several trips together, I know what it takes to vacation in harmony, allowing for periods of togetherness and solitude.
Our ages span 12 years, and I’m the senior member of the family. Now that I’ve entered my 80s, and we’ve lost a sister, getting together with family means more to me than ever — especially when it’s trouble-free for everyone. No one has to be burdened "hosting" the family visit, providing meals for everyone or planning activities.
More importantly, when we travel somewhere together, we’re removed from our own daily activities and responsibilities, free to devote ourselves entirely to just being together. Some of our best trips have included a Caribbean cruise, a family reunion in Norway and a Christmas visit to New York City. This year we chose Key West for a winter getaway.
We lead diverse lives in different parts of the country, but we haven’t grown apart. We’re of retirement age, and have all worked hard in long careers to afford these group adventures together. (My longtime partner and I are writers). While we all lead active lives, we’re flexible enough that we can plan well ahead and take advantage of special off-peak travel rates. With our shared family history, and varied lifestyles and interests, we have plenty to catch up on when we’re together.
The fact that we can all get along for a period of concentrated togetherness is reason enough to celebrate. We weathered the passing of our parents and navigated through other periods of crisis and emotional upheaval that can test the bonds of sibling relationships, and stayed close. Our social and political views are compatible, and we haven’t allowed any festering resentments or rivalries to destroy our good times together — so far.
I value these relationships too much to let anything spoil our treasured get-togethers. For me, that means heeding some basic lessons learned from our previous travels, and being mindful not to throw my weight around as “big sister.”
Nobody wants a sibling to parent.
I heard my younger brother loud and clear when he said, “I don’t need a mother.” When he was born, I became “junior mom.” By the time I went off to college, he was still a “kid.” It’s easy to fall into old patterns — which is especially grating for him. He’s been blind since his early 30s and is entirely self-sufficient.