Time is finite. We can’t make more of it no matter how hard we try. We have a set number of hours and minutes in one day. What we do with them, how we allocate them, and how we fill them are up to us. We can say we wish we had more time, or that there are just not enough hours in the day but how many times does an hour simply slip by while searching Pinterest or getting caught up in political drama on Facebook or by watching someone else’s life on YouTube.
One thing that has always been important to me is family. If we have this amazing opportunity to be home, not confined to a schedule, and did not take time to visit with family and bond with younger cousins and visit with Aunts and Uncles, then I would think that was a tragedy.
The concept of family has been on my mind lately. How family has changed from eras of the past where the nucleus did not break apart and scatter, how the elders were cared for at home and families cohabited for life. Now we view it is lazy, unmotivated, and irresponsible for a person in their 20s to live at home even if their “rent” may be helping aging parents pay increasing taxes and utilities and provide maintenance to the home that may someday be passed down to them. The concept of family home is gone. When you send kids away at 18 to college with the expectation that they will not come back, that does not foster a strong home environment. It is almost part of our American culture to leave home. The early immigrants left home for unknown shores. The pioneers left home for the west. Independence, liberty, freedom are our founding concepts as a country, but also as a country made up of what were once very strong individuals. I also wonder lately why some members of a family are friends and some truly dislike one another. I reflect on how the actions of the adults create this toxicity. And yet, we are family, joined by blood, laughter, and tears.
I am so fortunate to have family close by, at least close enough for planned visits. This month we watched a Patriot’s game with my cousin’s family in Massachusetts. We rushed up right after church arriving just a few minutes after kick off. We spend the day together eating, playing, laughing, and enjoying our time together.
This past weekend our two nieces and a boyfriend came to visit for the weekend. I love that our home has become their getaway place; their break from school, homework, and jobs. We eat lots of food, play games, watch movies, and talk. Lots of talking. When they are here my heart is full. When they leave, we start to look forward to when they will return.
Family is a funny thing. It can make us laugh and it can make us cry. It can heal us and it can hurt us. It can bring us joy or it can bring us pain. I hope my girls do their best to choose the positive in family and work their way through the rest.
What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family.