I think I'm probably the most sentimental person I know,
with some of my prized possessions being things like my aunt's scrapbook that
includes a postcard my Grandpa sent her from Japan when they learned WWII had
ended and he'd be headed home, the small diamond earrings Kyle has offered to
upgrade but I refuse and wear them almost daily because they were a present to
me our first Christmas together, and the necklace strung with an old
button from my Grandma’s collection and Aunt’s baby ring attached too.
But those are things, granted things that I would be
devastated to lose, but there’s also the memories you hold onto when you think
back on your childhood and thankfully those are much harder to lose track of.
Last Thursday I had the day off work and the morning completely to myself. I
had a few errands to run and took full advantage of hitting up Trader Joe’s
right when they opened and pretty much had the place to myself.
I decided I deserved something a little special so I decided
to buy myself flowers. There’s so much to love about Trader Joe’s in my
opinion, but isn’t their flower selection a big one?! Tulips were an easy
decision because we were right on the verge of spring and nothing may convince
me more that nice weather is indeed on its way than a bouquet of tulips.
I noticed they also had 10 stems of daffodils for only $1.49
so I grabbed those too because it reminded me of my parents’ house. I grew up
on just a little bit more than 2 acres of land, not enormous especially for
living out in the country, but plenty of space for my dad’s previous hobby of
gardening to be evident. Daffodils were always spread throughout the various
flower beds in the yard and in the spring you could almost always find a single
stem in the kitchen.
That memory sent me into a spiral of thoughts that remind me
of home, like the smell of the lilac bush that lived outside the kitchen window
(lilac is still my favorite smell!) and every year my dad giving me morning
glory seeds to plant and tend do. I started thinking - what things will Jacob
remember 30 years from now about his childhood, or maybe even about me as a mom
when he was young? And then I all of a sudden felt the urge to start a
tradition with Jacob, maybe plant some morning glories somewhere but at least
have some fun with some seeds and some planters this spring. To which my non-sentimental
husband looked at me and placed a bet against how long those poor plants would
last with me in charge of them.
A fair bet, but I think I’ll try anyway! :) So I to hear –
do you have any specific memories you hold on tight to, or any fun traditions
you’ve started with your little ones?!