I would like to sit on that bench at the long table in the kitchen and drink lemonade, as Momma irons nearby and teaches gentle lessons on life. Sit by the radio with the rest of the family and snuggle under a well worn soft quilt with tattered edges. Hang around for awhile at Godsey's to hear some gossip. Feel the wind through my hair on a hot summer day swinging high into the tree branches on the long rope swing by the barn.
One thing you may not believe is that I always wanted to have to share my room with a sister. If you have always had to do so you may think me nuts. I am sure I would have hated it after a while but I wanted to try it to see what it was like. But alas I had no sisters. Just 3 very much older brothers.
I grew up next door to a family of 7 kids that were all packed into their 3 tiny bedrooms. They hated it. I don't think they were ever glad they had to share their personal space. Nor do I think any of them watched The Waltons with the same wonder as I. My friend who was #6 of the 7 always enjoyed coming over to my house.
My husband is #3 of 7 kids in his family and they were stacked into a few bedrooms too. Then there was his Mom's sister who had 15 kids -all single births, no twins, no triplets-they were packed in pretty close even though they had a big old house with 3 floors. I don't think they had Walton envy like me either.
But maybe one or two of my next door neighbors or my husband's siblings or his cousins had lemonade envy or swing envy. Maybe.