When I was growing up, I thought that family time was just a thing on special occasions when everyone got together and ate, drank, chatted a bit and then watched some TV. It wasn’t anything special, to be honest. Then I grew up and had a family of my own, and family time pretty much meant the same to me… until recently.
What I’ve realized is that I never cherished those precious moments with my family enough, especially those with my mum. The times I spent shopping with her or watching her cook whilst singing silly songs together. I never realized how much I would miss those moments so much after she was gone.
The last few years have been tough for me, and they’ve been tougher still because she’s not just a phone call away anymore to tell her about my day whenever I have the inkling to do so. But the one piece of light that came out of all of this, has been that I now realize just how precious and fleeting these moments with my family can be. And I no longer think that sitting around eating, drinking and watching TV is boring. I find beauty and joy in those moments, and I cherish them dearly.
The true meaning of family time is just that… time with your family. Because one day they’ll be gone and all you will have left of them are memories of those times, so I’m going to make the most of them.