Saturday, February 23, 2008

Sunday Scribblings: Passion

Born into a big family, the one thing I craved more than anything was to be left alone, left in peace, left to do the things I wanted to do, left to daydream, left to read, left to nap, left to fantasize of a life of my very own. If I couldn’t be alone in reality, I could at least be alone within myself. Surrounded by the daily hubbub, I could withdraw into myself and live out an imaginary life. I was consumed by a desire to not be a part of anyone’s life, much less a part of the lives of those I tussled with day in and day out.

Until my late teens, even when in the company of friends, I more often than not was an observer rather than an active participant. Whether due to self-consciousness or some other inner defect, I mimicked rather than did anything on my own. Rather than feel a part of the pack, I felt apart from it. It wasn’t until I was 15 that I found a place I felt at ease. I find that rather ironic now, given what I know of teenage angst and the like. But I found friends whom I adored and with whom I could just have fun.

That golden age lasted only a year or two. By the time I went to college, I found myself adrift again. I think those who knew me then would question that feeling. I was a major force, first in my dorm, then in my department, and then at the newspaper I ran. Asked even if the time if I were happy, I would always respond that I was fine on a daily basis but not in the long term. I realize now that sounds a lot like the line we fed boyfriends we were casting away or that we were fed when they were casting us away: I love you but I’m not in love with you.

The man I was with for a decade made it easy for me to feed my passion for solitude. While we worked together, true, he traveled more than I did, so I could spend days by myself, with Buster the dog as my only company. And when he was home, he was more often than not renovating the house or building “our” dream home.

It was when first Pete and then Eldest came along that my passion took a turn. It was a turn for the better, I’d say. When Daughter followed soon behind, there was never any chance for solitude. And, just when it appeared that some semblance of time alone could be acquired, Youngest made his appearance.

The passing years have only served to fuel my late-in-life appetite for the chaos that is abundant in my life. There is never time to myself, save for the 6.2 minutes each morning that I spend in the bathroom, showering and dressing. And for the unbearably long 2.75 hours that Youngest is in kindergarten and the two older ones are still in school.

I try to avoid transporting myself to next fall and beyond, when I will be alone in a house struck dumb by the absence of children for more than six hours a day. Or further into the future when there are no children here or no husband nearby or no mother on the other end of the telephone. Where I once wanted only to be left alone, I now crave something entirely different. I laugh in wonderment that I did, in fact, turn out to be a people person. [Well, certain people, at least.]


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14 comments:

AscenderRisesAbove said...

I absolutely know what you mean. also from a large family. I was not prepared at all for the first time I was left completely alone

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Devil Mood said...

That's so interesting because I could tell a very similar story about my younger years and yet I am an only child (even though I have a big wider family).
Nice, heartfelt, honest post :)

amy said...

I love this post and relate so well to the childhood/early adulthood part of it. The second half reminds me why I wish I'd had more kids! How enjoyable you make a full house sound...

Jane said...

This was an awesome post! I really relate to the fact that I almost never have time to myself anymore with 2 kids. I tend to like being home and spending time by myself. That's how I recharge. I keep saying that one day my kids will grow and leave home and I'll finally get that alone time. Somehow, I think that when that time comes, I'll be lonely and the house will be too quiet :)

Jo Anne O. said...

Hi Patois! I can totally relate to your wanting some space to create, reflex and enjoy the quiet. Funny how even though we think we desire it, it is always better to be surrounded by our loved ones!

AND like you I often dread the day that the guitar is not blaring and the house dies in silence...

giggles said...

This is an ode to solitude! I love it! So much creativity is born from my being alone and I cherish that! Although I do love having my adult daughter and son-in-law living here too! It's a great balance of time for me and time for them! Great post!

Giggles

Just Jen said...

I'm not sure...I'd love 6 hours a day to myself!! hehe
for about a week, then I would be so bored...lol

UL said...

i can relate to this so much....i am from a huge family too...and I go through phases myself. Thanks for stopping by at my space and leaving such a wonderful comment...

javacurls said...

After being married for ten years my husband & I had our first baby. I loved being a Mom but I missed having time alone. Once preschool started I was so attached to my son and the time we shared together it made me sad to be without him. So...I can definitely relate to your posting. Thanks for sharing.

tumblewords said...

Wonderfully astute post! Passion is, above all, flexible and comes in chunks and varying shapes. I really enjoyed reading your post and identified with about 100% of it! :)

Scribbit said...

I wanted to comment on your vacation photos post actually, but the link wasn't showing so if you've closed comments on that one too bad, I've wormed my way in anyway!

We're heading to Florida next week and the boys wanted to see the space center so this has been rather informative. Any suggestions of things to see? That beach was beautiful--my first choice is to lounge on the beach all day long actually.

gautami tripathy said...

I somehow like being with myself. However in a crowd.

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Amarettogirl said...

What a wonderful glimpse into the intrinsic qualities in many of us introverts that learn to be social. I enjoyed reading this- thank you.

myrtle beached whale said...

Very interesting post. I grew up as an only child and am very comfortable being alone. I think too comfortable.

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