In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Oasis.”
A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.
During the summer after working fourteen hour days, for five days straight, I look forward to time away in my recreational vehicle at my local campground.
My mind and body yearned to achieve a stress free calm and peaceful easy feeling surrounded by the serene peaceful sounds of mother nature.
However, to seek this sanctuary getaway, I would of course take my children with me and over time I learned how to enjoy my time with my family and still find a sanctuary of peace.
I began my day by preparing a hearty breakfast for the children, giving each five dollars to spend at the arcade, check their backpacks to assure they had a second set of clothing and a towel. I walked them to the pool carrying my sanctuary bag of goodies.
My basket was usually loaded with sandwiches, snacks, bottle water, Capri-suns juice drinks, and I carried my chase lounge chair with several books in my backpack.
Once I watched the two enter the pool, I would set up my chase lounge chair in the shade of the tree line facing the pool to watch my children.
However, once I settled in with my baseball cap pulled low on my brow, dark sunglasses on, a book in hand, I usually had at most two hours of uninterrupted sanctuary time to myself.
My sanctuary place always seemed to be an open invitation to other parents who would stroll over from the pool and disturb my peaceful sanctuary with an unnecessary conversation.
I quickly solved the problem with a sign posted at the end of my lounger “Parents Sanctuary No Talkative Parents”.
Once my sanctuary was established, I truly enjoyed the peace and serenity, while being a dutiful parent.