Remnants of wrapping paper peek out from under the sofa. Leftover goodies tempt from the countertop. In the aftermath of our family gathering, I pause to enjoy the peace, processing the sweetness of the day.
So many precious moments:
“Grandma, can we have another present?” Three-year-old August, so enthralled with the magic of the day.
“Mom, this soup is the best yet!” So heartwarming to be able to cook for loved ones and witness their enjoyment.
“Who wants to help Grandma?” Three eager faces gathering around.
My heart is full and I am exhausted.
This is the advantage of this stage of life: the ability to imbibe in the pause.
(Thursdays I write about the things that fill me with gratitude. My challenge this week is “pause“. Image from personal collection.)
Great Grandma (my mom) lives on at 92. Her grandchildren and great-grandchildren adore her.
I never knew my grandfathers – both having died the year before my birth. I remember my grandmothers, and was particularly close with one until she died when I was eleven. I still have her last letter to me. My other grandmother, having raised a brood of her own, had little interest in the role.
My mother, thank goodness, has never lost her caring nature. Nothing thrills her more than a new baby in the family, and in some ways, I think that’s what keeps her going.
It warms my heart that my children and their children have such a close relationship with this woman, who raised six of us. Having endured more hardship than any one person deserves, she is a testament to survival, and teaches that there is always something in life to be joyful about.
(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Grandparents.)
I glanced around at the many pans, ingredients, and baking paraphernalia lining the kitchen counters; not to mention my son-in-law and granddaughter who where firmly planted at the stove.
No, I messaged back. It’s a little busy here.
An unexpected trip back to Ontario landed me smack dab in the middle of my children’s busy lives. After two nights at my son and daughter-in-laws – where the bed was comfy and convenient – my body had a reaction to their dog, so I moved to my middle daughter’s home to couch surf for a bit.
While Mom and the two-year-old resumed their normal weekday activities, six-year-old Sloane and Dad were still on Christmas vacation and on this day they were attempting a “Nailed It” challenge.
Apparently, “Nailed It” is a baking show, which Sloane frequently watches. The premise is that the contestants are shown professionally decorated cookies, cupcakes, and cakes and challenged to reproduce them and then judged on the outcome. By default, I was nominated to be the judge.
Unlike the television version, Sloane and her dad did not race the clock, but dedicated a whole five-and-a-half hours to completing the task. I was beyond impressed by the organization and commitment that went into completing this task.
My judgment: cookies – nailed it; cake – nailed it; parenting – A++