I spend Thursday evenings sitting alone in my mini-van while my oldest daughter is at dance class. I know she thinks I'm weird. She has ever so sweetly implied I should come sit in the lobby with the normal moms. Even offering incentives like free wifi! and bathrooms!. I gracefully decline. It's not that I'm socially awkward. I don't mind chatting with the other moms or even sneaking peaks at the dance routines they are perfecting. But this time has become my moments for sanity.
For a solid two hours I don't hear the word "mom." No one needs me to settle an argument or provide food and transportation. There is no pile of dirty laundry taunting me.
With the music down low, I sit. I close my eyes and breathe. I listen as thoughts creep in and out of my head. Some nights, I can watch as the sky changes from blue to pink to black. Other nights I hear the rain beating down on the roof and windows.
I spend this time reflecting, praying, learning and regaining my individualism. I'm recharging. It's amazing how these two hours transform my life. No matter how harried the week has been, how much stress has been endured, how much is still left on my to-do list, this time brings me back in balance. I can let go of the unimportant, focus on the necessary and take positive steps towards the future.
What are your moments for sanity?