The family gathers, shares stories, enjoys each other's company while diving into lunch. A family where the core is at home at the table, where nourishment is more than the food they partake and the messages of loyalty and love run deeper than the disagreements or imperfections. A family that doesn't begin nor ends with one generation, where the voice that binds is heard from not only the oldest but full circle to the youngest.
A family where the lessons of love are shown by example. Where each link is valuable whether they are big or small, strong or gentle, carefree or thoughtful…
The role models. The give and the take. The sorting it out. The who, the what and the where. The knowledge that what you do or don't do truly does matter….
That little foot leaning on the back of the chair.
Matters.
A family where life continues to continue…. Where everyone does what they can to keep the boat a float: One washes the dishes, another plays with the dish suds, two pair up to dry, while the others clear off the table and put the dishes away
We each have a role in life. Sometimes the roles change as we grow, and sometimes we want those roles to roll away.
The one playing who was playing with the suds kept everything going merrily, that is a real gift to have and often overlooked.
The one who was playing in the suds has become my mother's greatest sous chef in the kitchen, "A big helper Kate is now that she is older."
Back home in the States Sacha will find his place, it was never further away than his heart. I feel our circle expanding, I know how that goes, at first it is awkward, unbearable so the way I look at this "moving away" must change, I will look at Sacha's happiness, his joie de vivre, his new adventure become my focus point.
xxx
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