My family and I recently moved my mother just a few miles down the road into a condo, and just like every other move we’ve made over the years – we managed, despite all of our checks, rechecks, and repeated rechecks, to lose something small, but of significant sentimental value to all of us.
A small note book, filled with funny things we said as kids, and additional pages with times her grandchildren made her laugh is now missing. We’re trying our best to remember those stories so we can record them again – which seems difficult, but while I am enjoying my own grandchildren, so many memories come flooding back that make me grin! It’s a slow process, but I think we might just pull it off!
This week I heard a mom say she longed for the day that she could reach into her purse and find something in the bottom other than a matchbox car. Today, another mom said she and her husband gave away a changing table because all of their babies are now out of diapers. “Halleluia!” she yelled with her arms outstretched. All I could think was – You’re both soooo gonna miss these seasons. But I know they both already know that 😉 And this morning I put on my Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer socks that I’ve had for more than a decade. This was the same pair my gynecologist laughed at me for wearing to my yearly exam – in July! I was so busy single-momming that I was lucky just to have had a shower and remembered to be sure my socks MATCHED! Forget about trying to be correctly and seasonally socked!
Every one of life’s seasons has it’s laughs, and we would do well to remember them. So I’m on a journey to get them written down for the generations after me to enjoy. Today’s includes a recipe, but don’t get a pen out just yet. You likely already have it, but call it something else.
To Rory & Ian, I hope you always laugh about this. I hope you tell it over and over and that it becomes one of your family’s favorite stories. You two have surely made me smile an awful lot. I love you for stories like these…….
Rory, Ian, and myself went to our favorite local restaurant one day for lunch. When I asked the kids what they wanted, Ian couldn’t seem to make up his mind.
“Do you want a burger?” He answered no.
“How about pancakes?” Again Ian answered no.
None of my recommendations sounded good.
“How about a grilled cheese?” I asked, to which Ian answered, “No way! I do NOT want a GIRL cheese! I want a BOY cheese!”
And from that day forward, my sons never ate another “girl” cheese. Oh no – Instead, this Mama made sure they frequently enjoyed a good old-fashioned BOY cheese!
Whether you’re in the “matchbox car in the bottom of your purse” season, the “giving away baby stuff” season, or the “I’m so busy I’m just trying to make sure I have matching socks on” season…… There are so many treasures throughout our days. Write them down. Tell them over and over. Cherish them like a string of pearls from your Great Grandmother! But most of all, think about them often, because they are just what Paul tells us to think about as we journey our way through the seasons of our lives!
Yes, even boy cheese sandwiches!
“Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.” Philippians 4:8