We chatted about how comfortable it is with our friends and how all the children get along, without bickering or wanting to run away from each other. Still, there seemed to be something extra special about this visit.
A little later I asked one of our girls how their weekend was. “Super, I love our friends” she stated. I probed a little more to see if she sensed anything a little extra special this time.
Her observation was that during this visit we did more all together. All twelve of us played broom ball. All twelve of us went to the camp near us and spun around on the “chair of death”. (An axel stuck in this ice with a long post attached to it with a chair on the end. As the pole is pushed the chair flies around in a circle.) All twelve of us watched the Super Bowl. All twelve of us ate at the table and sat for an hour each meal chatting.
Not every moment was as a group; the children played games while the moms cooked and the dads hauled wood. On Monday the boys went porcupine hunting while the girls went for a walk. Another time the children spent several hours hiding away writing and practicing a play they performed for their parents. (It was very entertaining to watch and it ended with our daughter doing a hilarious dance. It is so good to laugh together.) At night the adults conversed while the children played games or watched a movie.
The other mom and I had a discussion while they were here about how difficult it is to pull away and do these sorts of things with our children during a “normal” week. Why, is that?
There are many reasons our everyday life doesn’t look like this past weekend, the main reason though is this weekend was special and it wouldn’t be special if it was every day. Secondly, a lot of life is work and a lot of work was set aside for the weekend. Our friends commented that we would get tired of them if they stayed for too long, but my thought is we wouldn’t get tired of them, but it would have to stop being vacation and become real life.
So our weekend was an emotional high, yet, it isn’t something to demand or hold onto, it is to be enjoyed and remembered. It could all be wrecked if we starting pouting and complaining because it is over. Instead, we will return to our day in and day out with full love tanks and the joy of shared memories, while looking forward to our next visit.