Nowadays most of us in the modern world tend to have a very limited family experience. We live and grow up only with our parents in the house and if we’re lucky, perhaps one or two siblings.
Our aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, great grandparents don’t
get to enjoy our company much more than the ocasional day trip, before we go back to our isolated little homes. No point in even mentioning more distant relatives, who you might only see once a year, if that.
Our extended family doesn’t contribute nearly as much to our personal and cultural development as they did in the past.
Does this make it harder for us to see the big picture? To plan our lives in the long-term? Don’t we miss out on the wisdom and perspective you can only gain once you’ve lived to 70, 80, 90 years old?
Perhaps it’s not such a bad idea after all to sit and listen to your grandma about the old times; about how the world has changed; about what matters in the long run.