We stood around the kitchen cooking black eyed peas and pulling out leftovers from the night before, four sisters, making drinks and talking about plans.
Sometimes my life feels provincial. I'm a mother, living in her hometown, teaching high school. These simple facts seem like they should belong to someone else. I have always assumed that I was special, and that my life would be something altogether extraordinary. I am, after all, the product of my generation, and we are supposed to be entitled and believe ourselves to be above the
I started washing dishes as people continued to eat. Laughter came from the other room. From a distance, I heard a sister complain about my dad's Pandora station just as I was singing along with Whiskeytown, lamenting their breakup so many years ago.
As I scrubbed pots and pans, I thought about the story of Mary and Martha. As Jesus visited, Mary sat at his feet while Martha worked and prepared the meal. I think about how I sometimes feel like Martha, and I wonder how this is possible. I self identify as a rather lazy person, but I am also the one to make most of the family dinners. I am usually the first one up to start cleaning dishes. Maybe I should sit longer, I think. Maybe I'm not lazy enough.
I frequently find myself in conversations with people whose lives more closely resemble the life I once imagined for myself, and they often comment
It seems as though many people
How do I explain to these professors, writers, artists, travelers that I am more than the simple mundane, happy life I lead?
Why do I think that I need to?
Why do I want to separate myself from the people they went to high school with, the people who stayed? The ones who had a bunch of children?
Because those people are might be more than their
Tomorrow I will go back to my parents house. I'll help my mom prepare prime rib for my dad's birthday. My sisters and their boyfriends/ husbands will come over too. They will likely stay sitting at the dish laden dining room table longer than I will. I will find my way into the kitchen to