A reader recently commented that bringing roses to school reminded her that she had brought whatever was blooming in her yard or her grandma’s yard to her teacher.
It’s funny what things will bring back a memory. There are times when I want so badly to remember more about my time spent with my grandparents. Then, I’ll smell something that reminds me of my grandma’s cooking; or someone else will say something and it jobs a memory. It’s too bad when we’re kids or teens, we don’t document everything we do – especially with those who won’t be around forever.
I think about the time I spend with Addie. What will she remember. I’m thinking if we make doll clothes together and bake cookies together, she’ll likely remember those things because she’s a participant. I want her to know that she’s been one of the most important things in my life since she was born.
Yesterday we were talking about going to look at houses this weekend.
Addie: But, Granny, I want you to move to Nevada (MO).
Me: Grumps will not move to Missouri so I’m trying to get as close as we can.
Addie: I know! What’s his favorite color?
Me: Probably blue.
Addie: Let’s drive around til we find a house with a blue roof. Then . . he will want to move to Nevada.
I didn’t mention it but I know she’s going to think about it. One of the houses we’re seeing tomorrow (NOT in Missouri) has a blue roof.