When I think back to my childhood, my fondest memories are of Sundays.
They were the only days in our family that were predictable. Which sounds rather dull, but with the predictable comes comfort. Having that repeated routine has permanently set those times in my mind so that when I look back, I see them clearly. Where as for many of the other fantastic moments of my childhood, they were fleeting which means in my mind, soon forgotten.
Nearly every second Sunday my grandmother would come over for lunch. And lunch wasn’t just something haphazardly thrown together, it was a delicious roast with all the trimmings. My moms roast potatoes are literally the best things I’ve ever eaten and have generated a deep love for potatoes that I have continued to this day. Then there was roast pork chops, along side cauliflower cheese, rice and gravy. Oh and don’t forget the sweet carrots. We used to melt butter and treacle sugar over the carrots (because carrots are totes not sweet enough on their own apparently). But I loved it. So much.
Fast forward about 20 years and our family spends Sundays very differently.
After rushing through to church, we tend to stay and chat afterwards. Which is fine, but it does mean that we only get home around 12.30/1pm. Often to an empty fridge because of our social calendar we haven’t had a chance to shop over the weekend. So we either go out for lunch or throw something together from what we can find hiding in the back of the fridge. That’s if we’re not also going out to friends/family etc.
It’s just really not what I want our kids to remember. Not at all.
So we’ve brought back Family Sundays in our home. Sundays are now pretty much sacred. We try not to fill them with anything other than each other. And so far it’s been flipping fantastic.
A couple weekends ago we spent the day catching up on some gardening while Seth braaied and the kids played in the Play Mansion. We chatted and worked together dreaming of ideas for our little house. Then Seth made a little fire pit in the sandy part of our garden and we had hot chocolate and smores around the fire. It was such a good time spent together that I hope to continue every week now.
Do you have a sacred family day/time? What do you do to make it feel homely/sacred?