No Better Gift Than the Present
Sunday, October 18, 2020
One of my older relatives once commented that she wished she could turn back the clock. Sometimes, I understand that feeling. At 51 years old, life is good and I have absolutely nothing to complain about. Yet, sometimes I find myself wishing I could re-live the younger part of my life again.
Every stage of my life (childhood, teen years, early adulthood, young motherhood) has been very happy, but if I'm honest, it's not like every single moment was magical and perfect. People seem to remember the best things and forget the rest. I wonder if the desire to turn back the clock is because the present always seems so ordinary/hum-drum and the future is uncertain.
There's a saying: "There's no time like the present" and it's very true. It's the only time we can DO something about. Besides, if we think about it, our "present" is eventually going to be someone else's distant past. (Holly48 has a featured blog today that made me come to this realization.) The things that I remember about my childhood that seem the most special are the relationships I had with other people, some of whom are no longer living. Why would I want to go live in the distant past when I can make memories in the here and now that my children will cherish when they are old?
My daughter is visiting this weekend for Fall Break, and one thing she told me on her first day back is how much she misses my cooking, and that the family cookbook I published for my kids last Christmas is the best present she ever got. I'm not a gourmet chef, but I can follow a recipe and make things that taste quite good. Our times cooking in the kitchen are going to be a cherished memory for her someday.
My own mother, BrooklynBorn, is probably laughing at this point and saying it's definitely not one of my cherished memories of our past, but she would be wrong. Every time I open a container of dried parsley for a recipe, I smell it. It reminds me of the first time she showed me how to make something for dinner. I was quite young... probably 9 or so. I don't even remember what we made, but I remember smelling the dried parsley.
I suppose I could break out into a chorus of "The Circle of Life" at this point, but I think I am going to go make a Blueberry Cobbler instead.