I love my family – I really do. We are an ever changing, always interesting group of people. I love sharing meals with them, helping them out, watching the children grow and mature. I love the snuggles and hugs, the reminders for the kids to pick up after themselves, the homework and practices, and rehearsals, the phone calls, the lunches to pack, and I love my family.
But every once in awhile I get time alone. Maybe you get time alone often. For me it is different. I have had children living with me for 33 years. That is a lot of shoes, a lot of tissues for runny noses, a lot of sleepless nights, a lot of wash to fold, a lot of dishes to wash. A. Lot. Of. Dishes.
For the next few days I have the luxury of chosen aloneness.
There will be some reading. There will be some writing. There will be some pondering. Truth be told I can do all of that with family around. I learned to write sermons with a baby on my lap. But what I can’t often do is give myself a stretch of time where no one is going to need me – where there is no interruption to the meanderings of my soul.
I learn a lot about life, love, God from my family. But there are moments when it is good to turn inward, to let life move at a different pace. It is good to catch up with oneself in the same way we catch up with old friends. Set aside some time and give oneself a bit of undivided attention.
One plate, one cup, one fork. I shall savor it.