Authors reflection on what would she do with a day to herself
A day to myself.... gosh what is that? Its been forever when I can say I've spent the majority of my day without some type of interuption, the phone ringing or a knock at my door. The kids always need to get somewhere by a certain time and then there's always those pesky chores that no one wants to do that needs done. They say a woman's work is never done... or did they say " a woman's DAY is never done?" Hmmm, now that I ponder, I'm not so sure, but do I really care?
What would my life be like if I was not needed somehow? If my mom couldn't call to ask for a helping hand now that she's in her 80's, I'd be lost without her near. If I didn' so enjoy the conversations with the kids to catch up on their life as I drive them to school or to work, I'd be clueless. And if I didn't sweep off the walkway to the front house while my hubby worked on our broken down car, I'd miss out on his amorous jokes he flies by me, hinting that he or I might get "lucky" tonight.
Ah, time goes so fast and rolls faster the more I age. I think I'm lucky if I get the house for a whole hour to myself. Sometimes when its quiet, I do have time to reflect upon things a bit better, but then I scurry to bake cookies for the kids and their friends, knowing I'll have a household full that will be loud and rambuctious. I throw in one more load of laundry and will sweep the kitchen. I'll sort through the mail and tidy up the coffee table, placing back the remotes the kids scatter around the room. I fluff out a blanket and place it on the couch for my furry cat or my two chiujaujua's to lay upon. In that time, I do reflect what it'd be like to have time to myself...with silence... no cats meowing, no dogs barking, no kids chattering, no hubby joking, no ringing phone from my mom, friends, or relatives. I may stop a moment and take a look at the sky and think about the omnipresence of something bigger than I , who by His grace, allowed me to have what I have and love.
Yes, a total day to myself may just make me reflect upon that silence is golden, but it can come when my heart stops beating and I am up there forever with my heavenly Father. For now, I'll put up with the noise of my life and the world and be thankful that I have so limited time to have by myself.
I really enjoyed this story, Chriss. It sounds so familiar, all the constant activity, but you have put it all into perspective so beautifully. Thanks for writing this!
Jean
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