Some days there are certain triggers that pull you back in time, to memories of days gone by. Today was one of those days!
This morning I woke up, kissed my hubby good-bye at 7:30am and waved as he drove out of the driveway into the early dawn. I looked down to gaze lovingly at my toddlers shining faces and was whisked back in time. It was almost part of our weekly routine to see my father off in much the same manner. For him it was off to fishing, for us now it is a Warhammer Tournament, both are hobbies so it is much the same. I remember looking up at my mother with the knowledge that today would be a good day!
In those days my mother was astounding! Her house was always clean, her energy seemed endless, she was always calm, loving. Those were the days when she was happy with her life, fully content, everything was as it should be. My memories of this time of my life are always warm.
But I digress. After wishing my hubby luck and closing the door I walked into the kitchen to feed my children. Sliced bananas, yogurt, and peanut butter and honey wrap and a pile of grapes. The three of us sat down at the table together and leisurely ate our breakfast while discussing the differences between cartiledge and bone, the locations of each on our bodies, and had me discovering that I need to take an anatomy course!
After breakfast my children ran off to play while I started cooking. I put a pot of water on the stove to boil a ham bone to make soup. Then I ran down stars to grab a load of laundry to fold and put new loads in the washer and dryer. After standing at the dining room table folding my 3rd load of laundry, the smell of cooked ham started filling the house. I inhaled deeply and was flooded with a rush of memories.
My mother always set aside 1 day every weekend to be chore day. Sometimes it was Saturday and sometimes sunday. But either way I remember my brothers and I pitching in (okay, so we faught the process everytime) to clean the house so we could go outside to play! I remembered the smell of load after load of laundry, of mom cajoling me into sorting the socks out, folding towels and face cloths. I remember the smell of home cooking. My mother has always been a wonderful cook, very traditional in that she cooks like her mother did, and always leaving you feeling warm and contented. The house would be filled with German folk music, to which my mother knew all the words. She would pull us into her arms and dance around the kitchen with us, or she would “force” us to sing along even though we didnt know the words. You could tell how well we were listening by the volume of the music, the more we complained about the household tasks the louder the music got! I remember Sunday night baths, snuggling with my daddy on the couch while watching disney, and feeling the general warmth and love of family.
These memories reminded me that even when there are hard days ahead and long days behind you, there will always be the days that fill your soul with warmth. There will always be the days that sing to you from the past, the days that remind you of the importance of family. I hope that when my children grow up they will have happy memories and that those memories will be triggered often, with warmth and love!