Ask one hundred different people what their idea of luxury is and I bet you will get almost 100 different answers.
It is a word that can be easily translated into something different for everyone and change as often as people change their likes and dislikes.
As for myself, my idea of luxury has consistently changed. As a child, it meant shopping at the mall for my clothes instead of Kmart. As a teen I scoffed "luxury" and rebelled in my leather jackets and studs. All while wearing imported leather combat boots. Oh, the irony.
When I became a young mother, luxury was in owning my first goose down comforter and having the highest thread sheet counts I could afford. In buying my very first item at Pottery Barn; a silver alarm clock that still sits beside my bed to this very day. I thought for sure I had "arrived" since I was buying something in a store I regarded as being so "high end".
Through life I have seen other glimpses of what luxury can mean.
Women having the opportunity to stay home and raise their children from infancy to adulthood is quite the luxury in this day and age.
Families that take yearly vacations to distant places can be considered luxurious.
For some perhaps in these trying times, maybe even just having the money to pay their monthly bills is a luxury.
The thought of what defines the word started swirling around in my head over the weekend and I thought of what it means to me today as a wife and mother in my later-than-I-like-to-admit-30's.
The woman I am today chuckles at the thought of goose down and thread counts. Don't get me wrong, they are both very nice, but we sleep just fine on flannel sheets too don't we?
Today I find luxury in things some have always done. For instance, this past Saturday morning sleeping until we woke naturally. The pancake breakfast with all the typical trimmings we shared together in the kitchen. Staying in our pajamas until after 1pm. Only staying "dressed" for about 3 hours and then back in comfy clothes.
Standing outside at the local flea market early Sunday morning with my 17 year old. Selling stuff that was cluttering up our garage all the while laughing and talking with each other. Knowing that in just over a year he will be off to college and not here to talk to anytime I want. Arriving home in the late morning and making cinnamon rolls to warm us up and fill our bellies. Letting the menfolk watch football all afternoon and using the time to get caught up on my magazine reading. Sitting down for dinner together on Sunday night and reflecting on the things we are so grateful for.
After a lifetime of working weekends, being home with my family to enjoy every second is my newest definition of luxury.
What is yours?