sounds on sunday
We all have days we wish we could erase, and likewise days we wish we could duplicate. Some days make us feel like we have been swallowed up and digested by some lukewarm, milk toast beast, or worse. Other days we feel content, happy, even laughing so hard our stomach hurt. All things being equal, I much prefer going to bed at night with a sore tummy from laughter and positive memories. Yesterday was one of those days, and I’m grateful.
The sad truth is that I had allowed my cell phone to die, which allowed me a day of peaceful uninteruption. All of my busy children were here. Things were baked. I was able to watch them interact and laugh. I was happy to be a part of some of that. I enjoyed their humor, and banter. I enjoyed their reactions to each other and demonstrated support. Some of the day had private tears in reflection, and that was ok. Some of the day had completely justifiable parental lectures, and that’s ok too. But most of the day was mindless fun and teasing amongst each other. My daughter is the only one who has the nerve to tease me, the boys being far too protective. Whether I was in the room, or the next, the noise was like music.
However I remain yet a daughter of my mother, who reports missing the same dynamic between my brother and myself. It isn’t something I embrace, though we all remain close. the relationships aren’t casual or lighthearted but full of weights from years past. Wish as we may, life doesn’t have a good eraser on its pen. Our talks are far from mindless banter, but rather loaded with emotion and energy. And, that’s ok too.
We can’t define all of our relationships, try as we may. We can only keep communication going, remain steadfast, and provide support as able/needed. I wish my mom had the sound she now craves, but this, likewise, is a good life lesson. She and my father raised children, who amidst difficulty, continue to fight through the crap of life. Bravo.
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Hello catalpa, family times together are precious,……..we have to experience the bad days to appreciate the good ones………have to have the rain to appreciate the Sun………..I came from a biggish family, six of us, was all good when we were children, always someone in the house, fun family times, but unfortunately as we became independent and left home, contact became less and less, seems these days it’s just funerals and weddings when we have a reunion…..
Catalpa, I am glad you had a good day. Sunday is a family day if you are lucky enough to have people around.
Reading your blog, reminds me of my self, my family and my mother – it is probably very typical of the sandwich generation, of whom I am one, caught between our modern children and a stiff upper lip parent and we swing to and fro, the laughter we can enjoy is served up with the love we have for all. Happy days xx
Catalpa, any day that I wake up is a good day to me. Of course, when the day is filled with family and laughter and good times it makes it all the more special. Wishing you more Sundays chat friend.
You put it together so well, Cat, and reminded me of our family Sundays. Sadly becoming rarer, now, because the family is spread so wide, and my wife is gone We are slowly reconstructing family Sundays, with my own daughters family and her children my great grandchildren, slowly being revived in the tradition. The warmth and fun generated is wonderful.