Solitude is something every mother yearns for at one time or another.
At times it feels like a mirage off in the distance. Unreachable.
But my husband surprised me recently with a day of solitude. A hotel to myself for the first time.
As I described this gift to his 87 year old grandmother, she responded with a hint of confusion.
“Alone?!?” She asked softly with a furrowed brow. I could tell her mind was thinking of all her quiet moments alone.
To her, this “gift” sounded like a punishment. We both realized in that moment that there are seasons for everything.
She is in a season of solitude, longing for togetherness.
I am in a season of togetherness, longing for solitude.
We both smiled and laughed. We understood why the other person saw it differently.
Age brings beautiful wisdom. Receiving that wisdom feels like a precious gift.
I will not squander the wisdom our parents and grandparents give us.
One day I will be in their shoes, missing the togetherness. Recognizing this helps me appreciate where I am.
But, I still love my solitude.