Last spring we bought a beautiful dining room table just for my dream ritual. Right now that table is the holding place for our junk mail. Once Rosie joins our life, I can't wait to have us sit at it as a family not only for dinners but also for Sunday breakfast.
My parents didn't have a ritual like this so I'm not sure why I want to try it. I can't wait, though, to start Sundays with Mike cooking bacon and Rosie and I whipping together pancake batter. Not sure why in my dreams I divide labor in that way. Odd. To make things less stereotypical we can all set the table. As we eat, we can discuss what our plans are for the day or week.
From having enough friends with children I know best-laid plans sometimes prove impossible once kids get their own lives and schedules. So I'm not setting my heart on Sunday breakfast every Sunday--but maybe once or twice per month. Or maybe not, maybe we will say Sunday breakfast is important to us and avoid making plans that would interfere when possible.
And maybe on those days when my best-laid plans don't work, we will have a Sunday dinner instead---which reminds me, I need a new crock pot. My crock pot is the same one that my grandma used in the 1970s and maybe even '60s. It works, but I worry it will also work at starting my house on fire some day.
Other things I am looking forward to are:
- Board game night
- Going to the museums again and seeing them through a child's eyes
- Seeing everything through a child's eyes--especially the holidays
- Decorating for Christmas, baking for Christmas, and having Christmas traditions that include a child
- I kind of hope, selfishly, she might become interested in running with me
- Learning what rituals Rosie would like to make hers and, more importantly, ours.
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