Mothers: the great vacationless class
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“The restlessness, the unending pressures and demands, the denials of leisure and silence, the threat to inner peace and integration…” These words on the inside jacket of a newly published book describe an era. But guess which era? Try 1955, the year that Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s Gift from the Sea was published.
Most of us think of the 1950s as a sweeter, slower time. But it seems that even then, thoughtful people worried about how humanity is affected by the collective lack of an inner life.
This book seemed like the perfect beach read, so I bought an original edition and carried it along on our beach vacation. After reading it, I want to give a copy to every woman I know, especially my friends who are mothers. It’s so relevant to the digital age!
Lindbergh wrote the book while vacationing alone—let me repeat that—while vacationing alone! Heaven only knows she needed the break from a husband who was demanding, mercurial and emotionally remote.
How many women have dreamed of just such a trip—and dismissed the idea as a selfish ambition? I know I have.
Do you VAAnt to be alone?
Here’s what she has to say about that: “If women were convinced that a day off or an hour of solitude was a reasonable ambition, they would find a way of attaining it.”
And: “By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class. They rarely even complain of their lack, apparently not considering occasional time to themselves as a justifiable need.” Lindbergh says we are so frightened of being alone that we never let it happen—and yet it’s the most important time in one’s life.
The art of shedding is another theme in Gift from the Sea. Clothes, décor and the social mask lose importance during Lindbergh’s beach retreat. What exhausts her is the same thing that exhausts many of us today: a lack of sincerity—our own and our neighbor’s.
After 23 annual trips to the beaches of Emerald Isle, NC, these beach-influenced transformations become more apparent to me every year as I pack. Over two decades, I’ve learned to take less of everything, from clothes and makeup to expectations. On Day One, I typically get up and apply a full face of makeup. Mascara, lipstick and blush seem adequate on Day Two. By Day Three, I’m lucky if I have the ambition to apply lipstick. Take me as I am or not at all!
The same principle applies to living comfortably side-by-side for a few days among a large extended family with their own ideas about how life ought to be. It gets easier (and more fun) every year because I have shed certain expectations.
On arrival day, clothes were still important. I wore my new shift dress! The hair isn’t great, but I shed my vanity as the vacation unravels.
Gift from the Sea is truly a gift. After reading it, don’t be surprised if you find yourself planning your own daily, weekly or annual retreat—maybe all three.
I’m back from this year’s beach pilgrimage, glad for the break I’ve had and glad to be home. But I’m eagerly anticipating a few purposeful solo trips this year. What about you? Have you ever taken a few days of discernment just for yourself? Vacation is a great time to practice shedding our social masks, but we can do it every day if we focus.
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12 comments
July 29, 2013 at 11:58 am
Crystal,
Very timely — have thought of a solo trip myself — now I just need to read this book and do it!
July 29, 2013 at 12:03 pm
It’s a quick read…you’ll love it.
I had a lovely visit with your son on Saturday afternoon. He’s a gem. I got a complete run down of the Davis golf schedule. How did Chandler do this weekend?
July 29, 2013 at 12:18 pm
Oh Crystal, I love this post in so many ways. First, my daughter and I just this morning were trying to decide on a new book to read. I haven’t read this one and I know, if you approved, we will definitely be in for a treat.
I also love the entire message behind your post. I spend an annual trip with my family (and extended) family each year on our house boat at Lake Powel. I do not take any make-up, or beauty products other than sunscreen and moisturizer. It’s such a great way to re-energize. I haven’t tried a solo trip but I would love to give it a go some day. I am lucky enough to have solo time throughout the week to allow myself time to breath and meditate which is a key to my happiness and well being.
July 29, 2013 at 3:50 pm
Your shift is darling, and you look lovely. Did you make it? Glad you’ve enjoyed another beach trip, and glad to hear your reflections on it. I’m so happy that I love time alone. Sometimes my time is just a solo car ride, or just an unplugging of the phone as soon as everyone is gone, but those moments are precious, fun, rejuvenating, spiritual. Love you.
July 29, 2013 at 9:34 pm
I’ve got to get this book — and them I’ve got to plan a vacation all by myself!
July 31, 2013 at 12:51 pm
I did make it, Melanie! It was so easy! It makes me happy to hear that YOU are happy, my friend.
July 31, 2013 at 12:52 pm
Trina, I hope you like it just as much as I did. IT’s a real gem. Sounds like you can relate to these large vacation gatherings, so different from solo time, but still good.
July 31, 2013 at 12:53 pm
Excellent! I had you in mind when I wrote this piece!
August 1, 2013 at 11:39 am
You look pretty and beachy and contented. Gotta have windblown hair at the beach … it’s de rigueur.
I read this decades ago, at a time when I probably didn’t have the life experience to appreciate it as I might at the age I am now. Her life was exceptionally blessed and equally tragic.
I spend more time in my head than I want, and as a chronic ruminator, I’m learning to take that interior life to other places. Rebooting is the goal.
We haven’t been away from the restaurant and broken down old ranch for more than an over-night in over 16 years … circumstance can be a mean teacher. But in those years, I’ve developed skills that yield daily get-aways. If only for a few minutes at a time! Someday …
August 2, 2013 at 4:10 pm
Good to hear from you. Sounds like a busy summer, Jan. You’re right…I think we just have to figure out how to work quiet time into our crazy lifestyles. Always easier said than done!
August 5, 2013 at 10:51 am
for the past few years, I’ve spent part of my summer vacation at the Cape alone. The first year, just a month after my mother died, was impossibly difficult to be there alone. Last year, I spent the first day, a misty, cold, gray one listening to my beloved radion station, WFNX, sign on for the last time…they went off the air after 29 years. This year, I relished my days alone, as much as I enjoyed the days I spent at the beach house with friends.
There is a quote attributed to Isak Dinesen, “the cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea” which is exactly right for me. Being at the ocean (or better yet on it) is the place I am most content and grounded. Being able to have time there alone really lets me find myself. I wear a swim suit and a wrap, no make up, no glasses, and my hair gets sticky and wavy from the salt air. It is perfect in every way.
My mother loved the beach as much as I do, and I think part of me feels like she’s there with me when I’m there.
PS. LOVE THE DRESS. 🙂
August 5, 2013 at 3:04 pm
Maureen, what a beautiful tribute to your mother. I had no idea that you were a beach bum, too. Everyone needs a place like you’ve described–somewhere that’s as comfortable as home, but not home. This shows that your mother really left you a gift–her spirit.
Thank you for your always lovely comments!