WTF Wednesday 12:
 Celebrating Kelly Clavette

My cousin Kelly is thoughtful, resilient and loads of fun. She’s creative, loving and easy-going. She expresses her affection for and admiration of those around her openly and often. She’s centred, generous and authentic. She laughs frequently and with gusto.

Kelly is an accommodating, supportive mother. She’s a perplexingly patient and hard-working niece and friend. She’s curious and adventurous, gamely exploring fitness activities and activating her artistic talents with paint, pencil and felt tip pen.

Her hospitality and her home cooked spaghetti, chili and lasagna are legendary here at our house.

She’s a generous, wholehearted aunt to our daughters and a considerate, loving sister and friend.

In The Beginning

My cousin Kelly was my very first friend.

We were babies together. We were toddlers together. We were eager arranged playmates all through our elementary school years. Our two families spent happy weekends, holidays, summer vacations and special family occasions together. I never stopped to consider how fortunate I was.

Myself and my two siblings matched up in age and sex with Kelly and her younger siblings. So I took our built-in bestie-ness for granted. But boy was I blessed.

I was a shy and troubled youngster, often distant and disconnected from schoolmates. Unskilled in striking up and sustaining friendships. And always swimming upstream.

My loving, supportive and accepting cousin Kelly, and our effortless, uncomplicated fun, cultivated a more secure and sociable side of me. And gave me a healthy sampling of safe, comfortable, dependable friendship.

Being with my sweet cousin Kelly was natural and easy.

Time goes fast when you’re having fun.

Epic Then

We had loads of fun as kids. Building crawlspace forts and clubs. Playing with dolls. Swapping audio tapes and hand-written letters, by mail. Sleeping in the camper out back. And wandering our hometowns untethered.

We tormented our badly outnumbered (7:1) babysitters. We survived a terrifying Haunted House, summer family camp at “Sharon”, and smokey late night bingo games with our moms. We enjoyed summer vacations at Frontier Town, Westport, and Sandbanks. We played backfiring practical jokes. We were free-range kids.

Then our teen years pulled us in different directions.
By the time we’d started families, we had drifted apart.

Epic Now

These days Kelly and I connect intermittently by text message. Mark, Lucy, Bayla and I stop in for quick visits, some laughs and hugs whenever our travels take us close by.

And, best of all, Kelly and I meet up in Kingston, with or without our own or extended families, for wonderful weekends of chatter, laughter and good food. Every four to six months.

Lucky us.
 

 

University of Kelly

Kelly’s friendship all those years ago taught me about acceptance, friendship and love. And when I was 44, Kelly did it again.

After years of family-related discord and dysfunction, I had wound up nicely sliced off from every relative but one. I’d bound a dark box of angst and hurt but on August 15, 2009, it rumbled. An out-of-the-blue email from my “long lost cousin Kelly”. Zings and pings of anxiety flashed through me.

But it was open, communicative, honest, loving Kelly. She hadn’t meant to contact me. But even so, she lovingly opened the door.

With straightforward warmth and attentiveness, Kelly game me a healthy sampling of safe, comfortable, dependable family. And the security she nurtured opened me bit by bit to beautiful times with wider family as well.

Being with Kelly is natural and easy. Time goes fast when you’re having fun.

Fantasy Fabulosity

If I could magically conjure a next adventure with Kelly, I would pick a weekend of good food, great conversation and loads of laughs in Quebec City. Just Kelly and me.

We’d wander the gorgeous cobblestone streets. We’d swoon at shops. We’d savour scrumptious coffee, delicious food and rich red wine. We’d share our stories, our concerns, our dreams.

And laugh. Lots.

The weather would be sunny and slightly crisp. The crowds, just right. The train ride there and back would relaxing and restorative.

It would be divine.

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