Memories Made: If They Were Small Again
Husband inserts a CD into our player. The music wafts through the kitchen and the tune is familiar. Memories of Daughter’s wedding assail my mind as the melody plays on. I know that Husband is feeling nostalgic as this is his music of choice for those times.
As I clean up the kitchen, I pause as Husband hugs me hard and says quietly, “I wish we could have them back for just one more day.” I nod and we both are lost in years gone by. Neither of us would want to change our present. Two more children added to our lot through marriage and our two adorable grandbabies make life sweet. Our youngest now working full time and the only one left at home too brings us much joy. It is just that Husband and I have so enjoyed being parents and we do miss the younger years so.
My thoughts linger as my hands settle into the dish water. What would I want to do with my children if I could have just one more day of their youth? I consider carefully this thought and realize that my heart would seek an ordinary day. I wouldn’t want to be on a trip or at some fancy place. I wouldn’t want to be surrounded with people or noise. No, I would again want to revel in a regular day like those lived so many years ago.
My heart would desire time to read to my children again. They would know my first choice would be one of the books of The Little House on the Prairie series. Maybe I would read to them The Long Winter or Farmer Boy. How I remember my older two children sitting close on the couch as we read. Youngest Son and I again read these same books huddled under our family big quilt before his rest time. Oh to be able to again cuddle close with my little ones and have my voice transport all of us to another time and place.
Of course we would meet around God’s Word together. Firstborn Son would ask hard questions and analyze the eternal truths well. Daughter would cling close and Youngest Son would quietly listen to the discussion of his older siblings.
We might take a drive to the park we liked to visit and walk around the man-made pond. Maybe we would again see the egret gliding over the water and finally perch in a tree. We would read the memorials of those who had planted trees in honor of loved ones now gone.
Perhaps we would stop for an ice cream on our way home, but dinner should be at our table. Something simple like tuna fish casserole, one of our favorite “specials” when times were tight. Fancy glasses might hold a special juice or at least some lemon slices in our water. A dessert would be in order.
After the meal, I think we might play a game and Daughter and I would ask Husband and Firstborn Son to play with a little less intensity than sometimes. Husband could read to all of us, one of the good literature books he so likes.
Bedtime would come and Husband and I would pray with each of our children in their younger states and hug them close. It would be hard to shut their bedroom doors knowing that this day would most likely never come again.
Other voices though would catch our ears and our hearts could turn away. Little voices saying, “Bampa” and “Nonna“ would call us back to our present years. Husband and I would let go of days gone by and again find joy in the present.
Frugal parents do keep in mind that memories can be made well while living the frugal life. Children need love and attention far more than material possessions and that which only money can buy. Enjoy these days of parenting. Purpose to hold the simple joys of ordinary days well lived in your mind for later reflection. Someday you will look back and be grateful for the memories made!