Sundays are my jam. A while back I was talking to a friend about why I wasn’t going to be able to go to her weekly Sunday gathering. She has organized a group of women who come together to fill each others cups and they also do a potluck dinner. However, I already fill my cup on Sunday. Our family spends all day together. We gather at my parents home around brunch time, and meditate together as a group. After meditation, we all eat “breakfast” at lunch time.
For breakfast, we share the responsibility of cooking and cleaning up. We have changing teams so that the children have a chance to work with different family members to learn to cook, and to spend time with that person. After breakfast the cleanup crew jumps in.
After that, we do whatever we want. The twins usually take a nap. Many times we work on crafts together, garden, play a game, or just sit around and talk.
In the last few weeks we have added in our weekly business strategy meeting. We’re making progress, and Goodi, Mama, and I will be meeting virtually this week to do our next book editing session.
When the family starts to feel hunger creeping back in, Papa makes us all dinner. It’s often Indian food, but certainly not always. This week, we had tofu and mushroom barbecue sandwiches with homemade potato salad. It was SO good…it IS so good. I don’t think any other combination would fill my proverbial cup more. So, I’ve stopped worrying about how to make it to all the things that I would like to make it to.
There’s so much pressure (most of it internally applied) to do enough. I’ve been seeing a lot of memes on social media lately all about not being able to pour from an empty cup. The one I was specifically thinking of was a woman talking about going on vacation without her children along. Other moms were posting pictures of empty coffee mugs and telling her not to try to pour from an empty cup. It was sweet of them to be supportive of her, and then I started thinking about my own experience. I get the meaning. We’re caretakers. We must care for ourselves.
On the other hand, I think we don’t stop to consider what is actually rejuvenating for ourselves often enough. For me, at this stage, the logistics of planning a vacation without my kiddos would probably give me a nervous breakdown. I don’t like being away from my children for extended periods of time. I worry about them. I worry about what they are doing to the people caring for them. I just don’t like it. And that’s allowed, too.
Have you ever thought about when you feel most rejuvenated? What’s something surprising that refills or depletes your cup?