As Stew and I stood at the edge of the ocean yesterday, watching the waves slowly make their way to shore and then back out again, we talked about life. We talked about the boys, our marriage, and how we envisioned the summer and beyond. It was really about keeping things simple, living in the moment, and making the most of each moment in a meaningful way, and of course, how to pass on these important things onto our boys.
But we also spoke of how different our lives were growing up and what we liked and what we would have changed. Stew grew up as a Navy brat along the California coast with the closest relatives being in Memphis, while I grew up in a teeny tiny town in Georgia with most of my relatives living within a couple of miles.
I spoke of friends dropping by on Sunday afternoons to visit my folks. Of how they never needed an invitation and how it never mattered if the house was clean or if we had snacks or dinner for them. They came by to socialize and they were happy with a Coke or a glass of sweet tea and a few hours of conversation.
As a kid, I enjoyed those lazy Sunday afternoons. I sat with the adults and was included in the conversations if I wanted to join in. I remember lots of laughter and some impassioned discussions. I remember good times with good friends.
Stew and I went on to talk about how people no longer have the time to drop in for a visit and of how our community is no longer a community. We are all holed up in our own houses, playing online, communicating via text or email. We seldom ever see people acting as community anymore unless there is some kind of tragedy, but those supportive, good hearted emotions and intentions quickly fade once the tragedy passes. How many times have we seen this since 9/11? What can we do to change that?
I miss that sense of community. A lot.
And once again I find myself wishing our kids could experience what I experienced as a kid. I wish for small talk with the neighbors where they’re telling me about their kids or grandkids, while I share our latest happenings. I miss folks dropping in for a spontaneous visit without it mattering if there are dirty supper dishes in the kitchen or the trash needing to be taken out. I miss what we once had and I wondered how we could get back to it.
Surely we can’t be the only ones missing it???
So, if you’re in our area and want to drop by for a visit, then feel free to do so. We would love to have you.