Today is Sunday. I'm procrastinating. I should be making Sunday dinner but the kids aren't hungry and my wife is in NYC shopping.
There are leftovers in the refrigerator, we are blessed.
I won't be cooking but will write this post instead.
Still, no Sunday dinner...
I'm a bum.
Growing up, Sunday dinner was always a big deal in my German family. We always had Sunday dinner together and especially so after my sister and I started working. We always made it home on Sunday. It was centering.
Now I have my own family and we do the same, until the day both my kids leave the nest.
But why Sunday? What is so magical about that day? In some places it's the first day of the week, at my house it's the end of the week. I don't know what this day is any different than having dinner any other night. Maybe it has to do with Christianity, Sunday worship followed by Brunch and then Sunday dinner with the family.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it was the only day we all made it point to get together and sit together as a family.
Tomorrow is Monday
Not news here. Tomorrow starts the school and work week. My daughter will oversleep, my son will want me to make him breakfast, and the emails start flooding in. That's work.
It's going to get crazy and I'll push ahead. Before I know it, it'll be Friday evening again and I'll be meal planning Sunday dinner. Where does the time go?
E is 13 now, A is 11. Both in middle school. I won't even go there with S's age, but I'm staring 48 in the face. I'm reminded that it is coming for us.
What is it?
IT! Capital I and capital T. You know. No one gets out alive? Yeah, that.
I only hope it comes later, way later for me. And for you.
In the mean time I will cook Sunday dinner. I will enjoy the dwindling number of Sundays I have left with them all.
My family is my solace. They are my life.
That is life.
Is it not?