Ever since I was a little kid Sunday mornings were the best. It wasn't about it being a day of rest, more it was a day for the family. I still remember my dad would be up early and my mum would get up and then rally us for church. Dad always used the excuse that he would worship from afar and say that it didn't matter where you did your worshipping while mum tried desperately to keep us kids in order and not to stray the way my dad had.....
After church was the great we would come home and get changed and then it was off to help my dad. I would often find him up a ladder or doing yard work. He would never be idle.
As I grew up these were the times that I found to be almost perfect. Mum would be cooking sunday lunch and dad would be out pottering and his faithful labradors and son would be right next to him. It was just something that we did on Sundays. As I grew older I realized that these were the best of times and I would and could never get these times back.
Nowadays I sit and lament about these times, reminiscing about mum's Sunday roast or Dad making me hold the ladder for him as he dropped leaves or branches on my head. It was our time.....
Sunday's for me now are still restful but have taken on a new meaning. Being single, I have learnt over time that the me time is just as important as the family time. It is my day and I prioritize me no matter what. I realize now after all these years what my parents were trying to teach. If you don't have family then you make the best of what you've got.
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."
Dr Seuss
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