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Begetting Us Here

If you believe in Adam and Eve (I do) than aren’t we all related?  Surely you’ve wondered this yourself a time or two.   Or is it just me?  I just happen to believe there might be more that we don’t know about.  Maybe God had Zach and Dawn as well, and they just weren’t as interesting to write about.   I’m pretty sure God didn’t share all of His info with us.   What fun would that be, if we knew everything?

Regardless.

A few thousand years ago people were procreating.  Begatting and begetting.

So we, today, could gather and try to trace backwards all of the forward begatting.  And all of our tracing leads back to some one at some place.

I have seven brothers and sisters.  At one point we were all young, we all lived in the same house.  We spent nearly every minute of every day together.  Now, it’s near impossible to get all eight of us in the same place at the same time.  Sad.   But reality.   Now, the eight of us have twenty two children and grandchildren after us.  And the number will surely expand with more of our children becoming adult, having children, and the chaos goes on.  And on.  My children will never fully know my siblings like I do.   My children’s children may not know my sibling’s children’s children.  This makes me sad.

Before me.   My mother sat in a house with her eleven siblings.  My father in a house with his three siblings.  Before them, their parents came from different houses.  And their parents.  Now, I don’t have the relationship with my parent’s sibling’s children, nor do I know their children.  This makes me sad.

I think of how we eight used to be one unit.   Now we are fully eight separate units.  My two children who sat in my home.  They are now two separate units.  We keep dividing.  And going.

And there is a part of me that keeps looking backward.  Looking for those units that used to be.  Looking past beyond them.   To see units I can’t even put names too, let alone faces from long ago photographs.

All of these units were created, then separated, to fan out.  Grow out.

To get us to today.

All of that procreating.  Begatting and begetting.

Just so I could look back and wonder.  Picture.  Imagine.  Put together pieces of puzzles.  Sit with people who are children of people who used to sit together, in another time, another place, not knowing they were leading to us.

Us.

Their Family.

And mine.

My Family.

And theirs.

Our Family.
One and the Same.

We go back.  And back.

And come forward and out.

To come back.

Thank you, all of you begatters and begetters and procreators.   You have done a good job.    Because here we are.

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