I seem to have different kinds of solitude days at the cottage. Of course there is always solitude because I’m the only one in here and I know no one is town. Some days feel more silent than others, and today the silence is noisy. The sea is stormy, and down at the beach a huge backhoe is taking over nature’s job and moving boulders about to make a new seawall. I feel more active, even though my routine is pretty much the same.
This has me thinking about Sarah’s comment to my February 28th blog, “Positively peaceful”. She writes, “This is a perfect explanation. I long for this solitude and simplicity.”. Sarah is a mom, wife and job holder. She is just asking for a little time to herself when she doesn’t have to cook, carpool, talk, do laundry. It is not simple for these busy mothers to get a little of this solitude, but I believe that they have to want it enough to speak up and instigate some changes into the family routine. No easy task!!
When I was growing up my mom introduced “Get your own Sunday night supper”. This was radical in those days before take-out and microwaves, but guess what? I loved it and never felt my mom was neglecting me. My recollection is that I always fixed the same meal. A huge dish of Wheaties, topped with sliced banana, heaps of dark brown sugar, and milk; my dessert was a Thomas’ English Muffin with butter in every nook and cranny. Of course my mom had to stock the shelves, but then she was out of the kitchen and I was eating whatever, whenever, and wherever I want to. I went to my room and ate in solitude.
This has me thinking about Sarah’s comment to my February 28th blog, “Positively peaceful”. She writes, “This is a perfect explanation. I long for this solitude and simplicity.”. Sarah is a mom, wife and job holder. She is just asking for a little time to herself when she doesn’t have to cook, carpool, talk, do laundry. It is not simple for these busy mothers to get a little of this solitude, but I believe that they have to want it enough to speak up and instigate some changes into the family routine. No easy task!!
When I was growing up my mom introduced “Get your own Sunday night supper”. This was radical in those days before take-out and microwaves, but guess what? I loved it and never felt my mom was neglecting me. My recollection is that I always fixed the same meal. A huge dish of Wheaties, topped with sliced banana, heaps of dark brown sugar, and milk; my dessert was a Thomas’ English Muffin with butter in every nook and cranny. Of course my mom had to stock the shelves, but then she was out of the kitchen and I was eating whatever, whenever, and wherever I want to. I went to my room and ate in solitude.