I love spending time with my parents and siblings. Our partners and kids aren't invited.

• My siblings and I are all adults with our own families, careers, and mortgages.
• Time with just us and our parents is rare, but special.
• It reminds me of where I came from, and of younger versions of myself.

As a parent, you pour so much of your love, time, and energy into your kids. And then one day, they leave. I imagine it must feel incredibly strange. I already dread the day my babies leave the nest, to the point where I sometimes cry to my husband about it.

The other day, I was having one of those moments, sobbing on the bed, when my husband found me. I told him how I felt, and he said, “For God’s sake, honey, our youngest is four! You have at least another 14 years with her at home.” Fair point.

Time with just my parents and siblings is rare

Now that my siblings and I all have families of our own, the time we have with my folks is often chaotic. Inevitably, one of the grandkids is throwing a tantrum, complaining about being hungry, or announcing they need the toilet, and conversations are often start-stop affairs.

But a few years ago, I had an epiphany. It was my sister’s 50th birthday, and we were in Bali with all the extended family. To celebrate, we went out for dinner, just the original six of us — Mom, Dad, and the four of us siblings.

It was one of the most incredible nights. We told stories from childhood, talked about getting older, and shared what actually makes us happy and what we love about each other. There were tears and plenty of laughter.

Afterwards, I realized how much I’d missed my original people. The ones who’ve known me the longest. The people who remember what I was like as a naughty four-year-old who would scream the F-word in the supermarket if I didn’t get lollies, or as a pimply teenager going through puberty. The people who knew me before I had a husband, children, a career, a mortgage, responsibilities, or any real idea of who I was or where life would take me.

As adults, we inevitably morph into different versions of our younger selves. We form new identities, build our own lives and our own ideas.

But there’s something so incredibly beautiful about being able to return to those younger versions of yourself, if only for a few hours. For me, I’ve always been the baby of the family, and somehow, if I’m alone with my parents and siblings, I revert straight back into that role. Goo goo, ga ga. Even at 41, I’ll always be the baby of the family.

Spending time together is special for all of us

Since that dinner all those years ago, I’ve made a concerted effort to organize catch-ups with the original clan only. Partners and children know they’re not invited, which I’m sure has offended a few people along the way, but nowadays the spouses are used to it.

My sister lives in Africa, and we are all in Australia, so getting us all together can be tricky. But when we do, we have the best time. There’s always a lot of reminiscing and laughing. Often, too, a few inappropriate jokes, and inevitably, the occasional argument or two.

I think for my folks, who are now in their 70s and 80s, these moments are golden. There’s no doubt they adore the grandkids and partners. But there’s something different about having their kids all to themselves for a couple of hours.

No tantrums. No one cartwheeling through the living room as we attempt a conversation. Just us.

At the end of the day, no matter how old we get, we’ll always be their kids. You can grow up, move away, become a wife and mother, and build an entirely new life. But when we’re all together again, somehow it feels exactly the same.

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