As I lay in bed wide awake last night, tossing and turning and wishing for sleep, I tried to reign in my busy mind by thinking comforting thoughts. As I took deep breaths, inhaling deeply and then exhaling to release pent up stress, my mind naturally wandered to images from my youth, and memories of things that offered peace when I still lived at home.
- Sunday dinners with family, when the dark of night had descended and encircled us in a cocoon of our happy home. Even better, Sunday dinners eaten in comfortable flannel pyjamas, an indulgence I enjoy to this day.
- The sound of the television, buzzing quietly in the background as my parents watched, and I settled snugly into my bed for the night.
- Sharing a room with my sister, knowing she was in the bed right next to mine on those nights when the darkness was more than I could bear.
- A roaring fire, spreading warmth throughout the house, inviting us to relax and laze together as a family.
- My father’s homemade tourtière coupled with the fluffy bounty of creamy mashed potatoes.
- Afternoon’s lounging on my bed, headphones in, the full length version of the Phantom of the Opera playing loudly, lifting me me from my worries, indulging my senses.
- My dad perched on a stool at the breakfast counter, with notepad and coffee next to him, greeting me every morning as I came down to start my day.
- The camaraderie of cleaning up after a family meal, chatting and lauging in the kitchen as we washed and dried the dishes.
What comforting thoughts come to mind when you think of your youth? Do you try to replicate them for your own family?