I found myself, on two separate occasions, talking about memories. The first time I mentioned memories was on a Facebook link that was in response to a woman who said she was glad women had evolved and didn’t do things like grind their own meat or coffee, can food, prepare homemade meals, etc.
I was mildly offended by that. While I was born in the early 70s, I take great pride in working a full time job, coming home to cook a homemade dinner (six to seven nights a week), and sitting at the table, with my family, to enjoy it.
I still hang clothes out on the line and I can a lot of different foods throughout the year. To me, I am making memories with my daughter. Years from now, she will see a jar of preserves and think of my “armageddon shelf” that was always stocked with a variety of jams, soups, stock and vegetables.
Tonight, I was speaking with my Pastor and I used that exact example. It got me to thinking, “that’s a blog post”. All to often, especially in today’s society, it’s a “now” or “me” mindset. While I am guilty of having the same thought pattern on occasion, I don’t seem to do it as often as some people.
It takes hours to make bread from scratch. I enjoy mixing some flour, yeast and water and getting bread when all is said and done. I teach my daughter how to measure, mix and make food from ingredients instead of a box.
She and I will go for a walk in a local park. We might stop and watch the dogs play in the dog park. We will hunt for pinecones for crafting projects. Finding a bench and listening to the birds’ melodies as they communicate with each other.
So, I encourage you to spend quality time with those who matter most. It doesn’t have to cost you anything. Go to the beach, sit on the sand together and watch the waves crash against the shoreline. Spend time in the kitchen making culinary creations. Go to sporting events. Rock your child in chair. Go the library and cultivate a love for reading.
When I am finally called Home, I want my family to have memories that will make them smile when they think of me. That they will feel the love I had for them, when I can no longer physically wrap my arms around them to offer comfort. Now is the time to take a moment and make a memory.