Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Sandwich families

Mondays at noon you’ll find me parked at Subway for lunch. It probably seems boring to a lot of people, but I find it reassuring. Why change when you’ve got a good thing--real food and good relationships? (Our sandwiches are started when we walk through the door, before we get to the counter.) Today another couple had their very audible, animated preschooler with them. Been there, done that four times and scrapbooked the pictures, but I miss those busy days of our young family. I’m thankful for all the opportunities I’ve had in life, but I believe my most significant contribution has been my kids. I don’t know what has eluded me, but I do know what a marvelous experience I’ve enjoyed. Lots of people legitimately bemoan the painful dysfunctionality of their families, but I revel in the close connections of our tribe. I know we love each other. We’re committed to each other without reserve. We relish the moments we carve out to be together from the four states which now separate us. When I was a very young child visiting my grandmother’s home far away, she kept special towels in the bathroom artfully embroidered with the words "For Our Special Guests."  When she diverted my wet hands to an older towel, as I washed up for lunch, I complained. “Aren’t I a special guest?” In our home we’re pricelessly valued by one another, but never guests. We’re family. It’s never boring. That’s a good thing.

"If you respect the Lord, you and your children have a strong fortress and a life-giving fountain..."
The Contemporary English Version : With Apocrypha. 1997, c1995 (electronic ed.) (Pr 14:26-27). Nashville: Thomas Nelson.


Ben McClary said...

We love you, dad! :)

Barras said...

If you come visit, I'll pull out our special guest towels! (Guess I'll have to buy some special guest towels, first...) Miss you!