Random thoughts over french press today…
Do you remember the weekends during your childhood?
Whether you spent those childhood days growing up with your grandparents, or your parents, do you remember the smells and the sights? Maybe those days involved special breakfasts made by your grandpa that consisted of toad in a hole, or tea parties in the backyard under a big old tree, maybe it was winter weekends filled with mugs of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows and dipping your buttery toast in it while your snow-covered clothing drip dry over the radiators, or it was your dad singing a silly song every time he cooked spaghetti for dinner.
Those days are now the keepsakes our adult brain keeps locked up in special places.
We seem to dig them out when we need to enjoy the nostalgia when we’re feeling down, or just want to smile.
I realize now as an adult truly just how important these little keepsakes are to me. I realize now evermore when I look into my daughters eyes.
As a parent now, I’m striving to keep my/our weekends, or Sunday’s completely free for our family, making sure to not get so wrapped up in the everyday hustle, just so that our bumblebee builds up those keepsakes of childhood for her adult memory too.
So tell me, what are your weekend rituals? Are you building, or have you yourself strived, to build those special keepsakes with your family?
