If one sets aside time for a business engagement, a trip to the hairdresser, a social engagement, or a shopping trip, that time is accepted as inviolable. But if one says, “I cannot come because that is my time to be alone”, one is considered rude, egotistical or strange. What a commentary on our civilization, when being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it – like a secret vice. ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
“Whatcha’ doin’, Nana?” asks four-year-old Sweetie-Pie.
“I’m having my tea, honey.”
“Oh. Do you wanna play Candyland with me?”
“I would love to, sweetie, but after I finish my tea and reading time.”
“Here, why don’t you read the iPad and have quiet time, too.”
“Uhmmm, okay.” A little boy who goes ninety miles an hour sits and becomes absorbed in Old MacDonald app.
I want my grandchildren to learn to take time to relax, refresh, dream on purpose, refill the well. Teach them in the way they should go. And remind myself, too.