I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with Sunday’s because they’re simultaneously the most fun day of the week and the one filled with lots of stress of the dreaded Monday that will inevitably come in less than 24 hours time. As a kid in school, I liked Sunday because, obviously any day I wasn’t in school was a good day, but all I could think about the entire day was what was inevitably coming tomorrow, and how much homework I had to do that I had put off all weekend. Now that I’m in college and I have a lot more freedom with what my schedule looks like, the days of the week don’t seem to matter to me as much. Half of the time, I can’t remember what day it is. Except Sunday.
Sunday’s used to be filled with the same tradition every single weekend: my family was together. My brother didn’t make plans with his friends, my dad didn’t work, my sister didn’t do homework, my mom didn’t run errands, and I didn’t play alone in my room. Every single Sunday consisted of us hanging out at home for the first half of the day, and then going out to an early dinner to either The Cheesecake Factory or City Pizza and to see a movie. By the time we got home, it would be past my bedtime and I always liked that because I felt really cool for staying out “late” on the weekends.
But kids eventually grow up and everyone gets busier with things that don’t always include one another.
The Sunday tradition that I thought would never end had faded as time went on and life got in the way, and though we still did it on occasion, it wasn’t a tradition. About 3 years ago, however, I asked my mom if we could start going to church. No one else was on board except her and I, but I wanted a new Sunday tradition. Luckily, it stuck and my sister joined in at some point, and now my dad as well. I’m still hoping for my brother to join the party. We go to church every Sunday and we never miss it for any reason except being I-cannot-physically-get-out-of-bed kind of sick: not work, not homework, nothing. Afterwards, we always go out to eat breakfast, usually talking about what we learned in the sermon and just catching one another up on our lives.
It’s something that a ton of other families do on Sunday, but it feels like our thing: only our tradition.
I remember my Humanities teacher once telling the class about how he misses the way Sunday’s used to be: nothing was open, everyone went to church, they ate a meal together at home, and went back to church in the evening. It was something everyone did. He talked about how he and his family still reserve this one day for family time, no matter what. They go learn about God together, they eat together, they talk together, they watch football or whatever is on together; it doesn’t matter what they do as long as they are together without any other distractions.
I think that there’s, not just comfort, but stability in having a day dedicated to family like that. It keeps you all close, and reminds you that whatever is going on in your life to cause stress or whatever the case may be, isn’t as important as it seems. You can take a day to breathe and focus on what really matters.
That being said, and I know it was a long intro (I’m convinced I don’t know how to write any other way), I want to start a new series dedicated my “new” tradition all about God. I center this blog around clothing, but I want to have conversations; I want to do more than simply tell you “hey, look at this pretty thing” and be done with it. I want anyone to be able to enjoy reading, and I want to talk about things that interest me or that I really care about. So, long story short, I’m going to be using Sunday’s to talk about family and God and church and all that kind of stuff, because I talk about my daily life in other posts, and this is a big part of my life. It is my life.
As always, let me know what you think in the comments!