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I make our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with my wedding silver. I put aside my cheap flatware years ago because I wanted beauty in our daily life. I wanted my family to be my special guests at meals and I didn't want to have closets and cupboards full of baggage that never saw the light of day.
It was a mindset- intentional motherhood complete with a tiny bit of arrogance, as all good intentions tend to be.
This weekend I was cleaning out my bedroom closet and found this little book.
This book was the bread and butter of my earliest cozy childhood bedtime memories. After my mother died my siblings and I discovered that the book had disappeared. A sister moved heaven and earth looking for the publisher based on only her memory of the story and 10 years ago surprised us all with our own copies. I immediately vowed to myself that I would share the book and thus share the grandmother with my children that they had never had the chance to meet.
And I did- for a while, until this happened.
and so I put the book away... just until my kiddos were a little older. Except now my 7 year old has almost finished reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix to himself. My youngest, my 6 year old, still loves picture books but he's too old to develop that visceral feeling of love and comfort linked to a single bedtime story.
I've missed my window...
and that's what grandchildren are for.
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I make our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with my wedding silver. I put aside my cheap flatware years ago because I wanted beauty in our daily life. I wanted my family to be my special guests at meals and I didn't want to have closets and cupboards full of baggage that never saw the light of day.
It was a mindset- intentional motherhood complete with a tiny bit of arrogance, as all good intentions tend to be.
This weekend I was cleaning out my bedroom closet and found this little book.
This book was the bread and butter of my earliest cozy childhood bedtime memories. After my mother died my siblings and I discovered that the book had disappeared. A sister moved heaven and earth looking for the publisher based on only her memory of the story and 10 years ago surprised us all with our own copies. I immediately vowed to myself that I would share the book and thus share the grandmother with my children that they had never had the chance to meet.
And I did- for a while, until this happened.
and so I put the book away... just until my kiddos were a little older. Except now my 7 year old has almost finished reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix to himself. My youngest, my 6 year old, still loves picture books but he's too old to develop that visceral feeling of love and comfort linked to a single bedtime story.
I've missed my window...
and that's what grandchildren are for.
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1 comment:
This post touched my heart. Bittersweet. It's so hard to work in all the things we want. My older daughter turned 5, today, and she's an artsy fartsy one like me, but I just can't bring myself to do arts and crafts with her like I want because of her younger sibs. I need to figure this out. I feel like her life is flying by...like I'm failing her...
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