We may never know what is standing out as a fond memory in our children's lives. For me, as a child the one holiday memory that stands out so profoundly I can almost see, feel, hear, and smell it is arriving home from school during the Christmas season. I remember coming in the front door and hearing the sounds of Christmas music playing throughout the house--one of my mom's favorite records, no doubt! I could smell Pledge dusting spray because she had likely been moving from one room to the next preparing for the holiday. And, the air was warm with the scents of ginger, vanilla, nutmeg, cinnamon, molasses, and chocolate....my mom was baking! This was Christmas to me! I was oblivious to any worries or stresses my parents may have been facing: How do we pay for all the gifts? How do we prepare emotionally for visits with relatives? How will we have the time to accomplish everything? Children have this way of embracing the joys of the season with pure innocence. Why burden ourselves so much when what may hold special meaning and stand out in our children's memories is almost completely out of our hands? Every day is an opportunity for fond memories in the life of a child. I want to share a poem that I read today, for the first time since I've been a parent. It held such new understanding for me.
One Wish of God