September 18, 2013 § 10 Comments
Last night I sat beside my son navigating assignments and redirecting his attention as I watched my husband and daughter move with well rehearsed choreography around the perimeter of the dining room table, careful not to disrupt our efforts while lonely for their place in our company. By evening’s end we traded time for tasks, shuffling our needs for responsibilities; the music gave way to silence leaving each of us lonely for a chance to trade places.
My son moved from school work to bed, restless and resigned to the loss of leisure that balances academics and replenishes his spirit. Envious of his sister’s more carefree evening, she coveted my company from the corner of my eye. When at last I moved between children to find a place beside my daughter I traded play for conversation, borrowing minutes from sleep before dreams absorbed her thoughts. Standing alone my husband gave me room to mother, needing a companion to share the burdens of his day but giving up his chair.
This morning we found our way back to the beginning of the song, each of us circling around the table and taking our place. Moving into the melody of togetherness.