I like a quiet Sunday. It’s a good day to rest and recharge and today feels perfect. The weather is cooler. I slept in. I have two books to read and I’ve been eyeing my stash of yarn, thinking it’s time for another knitting project.
Growing up, Sunday was brunch day – waffles, bacon, apple juice. Instead of the radio, there was music playing on the record player. The day held different vibe – an ease. Sunday afternoons were spent reading, catching a nap on the couch, or watching a movie. Sometimes we’d visit friends or family and join them for Sunday dinner. But no matter where we were, at 6:00 we’d turn the t.v. on to watch Disney. These Sunday memories feel like a cozy sweater I wrap around myself – happy and comforting.
Sundays in University were a day for sleeping in, catching up on all my reading, and working on papers. They were filled with long-distance calls because it was the cheapest day. And if I went away for the weekend, it meant I was packing up and heading back to my own space.
Sundays as a single mom were difficult when the boys were really young. I felt lonely watching all the families on our street have BBQ’s and spend the day outside working or playing together. I made Sunday afternoon our grocery shopping day, which helped shift my focus and was easier without crowds, to shop alone with a baby and toddler.
As the boys got older, I embraced the ease of a Sunday again. Riding bikes, walking on the path, special dinners, watching movies, and relaxing.
It’s funny how a day can feel different than another. I’m not sure why that is but I won’t question it. I do like a Sunday.