At first blush, this might seem super depressing. The reality was that this was a great starting point for a dinner discussion. My guess is that the notion of pointlessness came from an 11 year olds acknowledgement that Sunday evening feeds into Monday morning and with that the beginnings again of the weekly routine. More specifically, this means: get-up, go to school, eat a dinner that probably doesn’t make my top 5, go to bed. Repeat.
Of course each day is far more varied than that, a fact he granted after some further probing. I think this speaks more to the reality that as we grow it’s natural to question our place in life. What does it all mean? What is it’s purpose? What is my role in it all? Big questions that many adults probably can’t answer. We talked about family values, experiences, the importance of enjoying the moment and not just the end goal – all good stuff but did it resonate with the immediate feelings of a sixth grader? I’m not sure but it was a good chat never-the-less.
Making time to eat dinner together has oft been discussed as critical for all members of your family. Need a refresher? Try this story from Today’s Parent. Or this one from the Washington Post. Or how about visiting this site devoted to family dinner: The Family Dinner Project.
Enjoy tonight’s dinner and maybe even an engrossing chat about existentialism!
The other night as we were settling into bed my wife asked me, “How’s your life?”. It was a fair question as we’ve both been running to keep up with our jobs, our kids and all the activities that go on between a family of four. It feels like we hardly ever see each other. I drew us smiling but I think the humour was tinged with a dose of frustration as time continues to march on at an alarming rate. September is always insane with back to school realities, fall sport and extra-curriculars starting up and generally trying to shake off the rust of summer. But this year October has stormed past us with the same break neck speed that September typically does. As I look ahead to this month, every single weekend is already booked. Most days of the week are filled. My iCal looks like a Lite Brite picture…
In the sage words of Ferris Bueller, “Life moves pretty fast.If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
I stopped for a moment to do so, but I fell asleep. I’ll keep trying.
Imagine you’ve just had two weeks off, spent time with friends and family, didn’t have to worry about rushing out in the morning or having to pack a lunch and your knapsack, played outside without a care in the world, watched too much TV, played too many video games and ate too much junk. Then, with the Christmas break over, you’ve got to go back to school and all the routines come flooding back. It probably is hard not to feel a little bleak about your future when rules and routines are the order of the day. I get it.
The transition from city life to mountain life has at times been a little… rocky. We’re getting there though and it certainly provides good fodder for storytelling. The following sketches chronicle a few of the experiences we’ve been having. Enjoy.
(I’ve since realized these are probably ravens but they’re still friggin’ massive…)
(The coyotes here are extremely healthy, due in large part to the fact that they have an abundance of bunny rabbits on which to dine.)
(I saw my actions and comments as supportive and encouraging in an effort to get him through a tough run. He evidently saw it differently.)
(On another run when I rounded the corner and came across these three beauties. The literature advises you to stop, hold your position or to back away. I let them cross and then continued on. Apparently they’re docile now. Spring and fall they turn into right buggers.)