An ordinary day
This past week, we had a whirlwind visit from my daughter who lives in California! She was in New England for 6 days, but we certainly packed a lot in those few days. I loved, in particular, seeing our 4 toothbrushes together up in Maine this weekend - a tiny symbol that the four of us were together.
Included in her visit home was the last time that we would have dinner together as a family around the dining table in our house. We have purchased a new house and will be moving soon, and Helena will not be back in the state until Christmas. It was, I realized, quite fitting, that we simply had an ordinary dinner that night. Nothing special, just what The Scramble had in store for us that night, and we are unlikely to remember what it was.
I thought that it was a perfect way to wrap up our time in the house in which my kids grew up, and their only permanent home so far. After all, what is really important about all those years were the ordinary days. Sure, we had a lot of great times with holidays, Halloween parties, birthday parties, bounce parties, and the like, but most of the time, what made our house a home were the ordinary days. Some of them including joy and some days of deep sadness, acceptance of each other and frustration, feeling great and being sick. Homework, and walking to school, sports games and plays, TV nights and a zillion games of Yahtzee. Lots and lots of family dinners, each one delicious, each one melting into the next. Most of these days, there didn’t even feel like there was enough time to pause and give thanks for just an ordinary day.
As we all move on to our next chapters, I hope to bring to my awareness deep appreciation for those days which I get to experience that are just perfectly ordinary, and I invite you to do the same.
Copyright 2019 Nancy C Murray