Ten Minutes of Silence: What I Learned the First Time Away from My Family


As a recent birthday gift to myself I enrolled in a retreat. I spent a few glorious days (and nights) away with no kids, no husband, and no working mom routine—just me. I hadn’t been separated from my entire brood in (are you ready?) seven years. The same age as our eldest son.

“What are you going to do with all of that time?” a friend asked.

“Sleep. For eight hours straight,” I said, with no hesitation. It was the first thing I envisioned when I signed up. I corrected myself. “Actually, no. Sorry. I mean ten hours.”

The setting was perfect: a Zen Buddhist practice center north of San Francisco, hidden in a bucolic valley right next to the ocean. The center was also part of a sprawling organic farm. I would share a guest house with eleven other artists, all of us female, each of us spending time on our creative endeavors without the disruption of daily life. My personal itinerary: sleep, write, nap, yoga on the balcony, walk on the beach, nap on the beach, take some photos, sleep, repeat.

I knew that the center was a quiet and mindful place, where my contact with others would be limited mainly to meal times. As soon as I walked onto the grounds all I heard were peaceful noises—birds high up in the Redwoods, the footsteps of monks walking through leaves, and the ocean.

A silent setting was much of the reason I chose the retreat; I wanted time away from everyday noise. At this place there would be no family bed, no rushing the kids off to school before work, and no little guys with their natural, non-stop physical energy constantly bidding for mama’s attention.

During my first morning I awoke to several soft, gonging bells. Apparently, it was standard practice for the farmers to wake early to these chimes—like crack of dawn early—to begin prep for their day. Or was it night? The only thing I saw through the window was pitch black. I checked the clock: 4:30am.

Ugh. Zen bells, I thought, irritated. I tried again to drift off to slumber but I couldn’t. I lay there wide-awake, my ten-hour sleep plan foiled, my mind unable to give itself in to the quiet. Strangely, it reminded me of those middle-of-the-night moments as a brand new mom, nursing a newborn, thinking that I was the only person in the entire world awake.

Instead of going back to sleep I hopped in the shower and started my day. The sun soon rose. I grabbed my camera and followed a meandering path out to the beach to take some photographs of the peaceful landscape. I wondered what the kids would eat for breakfast. I wondered what I would do with the rest of my day.

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At first I had trouble giving in to the tranquil tone. In the guest house everyone was silent; we spoke only when necessary and always in whispers. A woman who had been at the retreat in prior years described to me how she had once opened a crinkly candy wrapper and got death stares because it was too loud. I made a mental note not to unwrap any of the chocolate bars I had brought except for in the privacy of my own room.

Meal times were deliberately silent for the first ten minutes. No talking allowed. Guests lined up in the dining room to receive their meals and I noticed that as they reached the table, most gave a slight bow or nod in reverence to the food and hard work before them, a kind of thank you. I did the same. In those ten silent minutes I tried to center myself. I tried to breathe. I tried to be grateful for what I had.

The challenge wasn’t the quiet—it was in trying to quiet my thoughts. Questions ran through my head, normal, mundane ones: were the boys okay? Did my husband remember to put the wet clothes in the dryer? Would I have to make dinner when I got home on Sunday night?

Soon though, I settled in and the quietness felt right. It felt overdue, a true gift. I had time to rest and to work on the passions that I have often associated with the “old” me (i.e. the me before I became a mom).  It felt rejuvenating.

At some point I even found myself emotional with other kinds of questions: why is the mothering tendency to take care of everyone else first? What could I do to be more mindful at home? And what took me so long to take that kind of time for myself? It felt like a luxury to be in that amazing, beautiful setting, yet here’s what I realized: self-care for mothers is not a luxury, it’s a necessity.

I came home from the retreat feeling inspired. My boys greeted me with their infectious hugs, laughter, and curiosity, like I hadn’t even left.

“How was it, mama?” our seven-year-old asked. We snuggled up on the couch and I showed them some of the shots I took that weekend: Buddha statues sitting amidst colorful flowers, a dog running in the ocean, bright yellow moss on a tree.

“I missed you, but mama needed that. Thank you for letting me have my birthday time.”

“You should go again,” he said, happily, wisely.

He’s right. And I will. Finding family balance is important, but so is the self-nourishment required to do that. For me these things are a work-in-progress.  I’d love to have regular weekends away but that’s not realistic. I try now to give myself the gift of ten silent minutes each day—my own version of a mini Zen retreat—for time to center myself before jumping in. I breathe. I give a reverent thanks to the joyous chaos I know will inevitably weave itself into my day, and I am grateful for it.

What do you do on a daily (or even seven year!) basis to give yourself moments of rest, inspiration, and renewal?  Please share in the comments.

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8 thoughts on “Ten Minutes of Silence: What I Learned the First Time Away from My Family”

  1. Im a new mom. My wonderful daughter has 7 month. It’s been a race though taking care of things mostly by myself. I had no choice but to give in to these moments of “zen” and the more I needed them the more they showed up and found plunging to be easier then before. So no matter where I am, on the train in the room with people talking or walking through the market holing the bags I either close my eyes either find a fixed spot with my eyes relaxed but open(preferably away from people’s sight cuz I might look weird I think :)) ) and surrender to my breath, then think of gratitude for everything that surrounds me right there in that moment and sometimes I just start saying “I love you” to each and every person that shows up in my mind… I feel revitalized instantly ! I think I just try to stay connected as much as possible ~

  2. I would have to agree! Though I’m a homeschooling mom of 3, my oldest is also 7 and I have yet to take even a night away. My baby is nursing, though, and I know in a couple years when she weans I am planning a trip by myself! I did take 3 hours the other day to have brunch withfriends and BOY OH BOY did that feel great! We mamas need time for just us! Your trip sounds wonderful and I hope you DO go again!! 🙂

    1. Thank you (already made a pact w/my spouse that I’m going again next year 🙂 ). Even brunch for 3 hours w/out the kiddos is revitalizing… so glad that you got to do that.

  3. I’m happy for you that you are able to do this for yourself. I wish it were possible for me as well. I’m a single mom. I work full time, and I don’t have family to help out. My only me time is the few and far between days when I am home sick and my 7 year old has school. I struggle to keep the bills paid, and I don’t have the luxury of a rainy day fund much less vacations. What leave time I get I have to save for when my daughter is out of school and there is no childcare available, and we either stay home or visit family. My last actual vacation was august 2001.

    1. Shannon, that you haven’t taken a vacation since 2001 and your child is only 7 tells me it’s not about your being a single parent. I hope you do get to take a holiday soon- by yourself or with your kiddo in tow.

    2. Thanks, Shannon. It’s definitely not always that easy or simple to take the time. I wish it were possible for you, too, and hope that you are able to find some time for a breather at some point soon.

      1. Money is very tight for me too, I feel your pain. It can be so hard when you know there is no break, but maybe you could play hooky one day, when your kid is at school, and just veg or watch a great movie, have some popcorn. Do your toenails without your children trying to steal your toiletries. 🙂 you’re not alone.

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