Think back to your childhood for a moment. What’s the first great memory that comes to mind? How old were you? Was the memory an experience or was it an item that you received from someone? I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that for most of us, our memories of childhood are defined by what experiences we had, rather than by things we acquired.
Some of my fondest memories include tents that my Grandma made for me on her outdoor porch swing in the summer time, camping trips,”hookie days” from school with my Mom for getting good grades, family bike rides, and holiday traditions such as making gingerbread men at Christmas time. If someone were to ask me the best, most expensive or beloved “thing” I got when I was 9, I wouldn’t be able to answer them! I have NO CLUE what I got as gifts when I was 9. Sure, I remember certain things. I remember getting a bike at Christmas one year. I remember being given my pet rabbit and that when I “graduated” 6th grade my Mom bought me a necklace.
Now days, people just buy things for their kids. They buy them new clothes, new video games, Lego’s, hot wheels, and anything else that will pacify them for a while. It’s like everyone is just trying to buy their kid off. My kids may sometimes feel they’re worse off than their friends because I don’t take them shopping for stuff every weekend (I don’t even take myself shopping), but I would much rather spend money on them in a way that creates memories instead of a piece of plastic that will be forgotten about in a day or two.
A good way to make memories is to continue traditions that you enjoyed when you were a child. The gingerbread men are an annual activity here at my house. For boys, it seems that eating them is way more fun than decorating them but come December they are asking me when it will be time to make them. I also like to start traditions of my own. Every spring and fall we take a weekend trip into the mountains and play in the hot springs. We swim, eat gelato, swim, go for a hike, eat dinner (and more gelato!), swim, pass out for the night and then repeat! We have so much fun, and since it’s a short trip within driving distance it’s easily affordable. We also go camping every summer.
I once got this kettle popcorn maker for my stove and initially I wondered what the world I was ever going to do with such a thing. It sat in a cupboard for a few years and then one night it dawned on me that we should have “movie night”. Movie night now happens every Friday night. The boys help me make the popcorn and then we snuggle together on the couch and chow down to a good flick. It’s a really nice way to start the weekend… especially in the winter. The point is that I believe when my son’s grow up, they will remember the activities and adventures we went on together long after they’ve forgotten that I once bought them a $50 game for their Gameboy.
I share the same difficulties as every parent in trying to balance work, social life, hobbies, kids, their hobbies, school, homework, etc. It’s one of the hardest things I have to tackle each day. I may not be able to create a meaningful memory each and every day, but if I plan ahead I can make time to do things with them that are more about being happy then they are about getting stuff that’s “cool”.
What’s happened to that once popular, but now almost forgotten idea of respecting the people and things around you? One of my biggest pet peeves in life is that no one seems to care about it anymore. It’s as if everyone is so caught up in their own life (driving with blinders on, as I call it) that no one has time or “room” in their life to care. People seem completely oblivious; Oblivious to how their interactions and choices in life send out ripples that affect other people, and even our planet. See, I was raised somewhat old fashioned… with the idea that we respect all things and all people until they have given you good reason not to; and even then at the very least, you had enough manners to be civil in their presence. Now days, it seems like the opposite. Respect no one unless they give you good reason to. Civility, manners, courteousness… well they’ve pretty much gone out the window. Is it selfishness, oblivion, apathy, or all of the above? I don’t know, but I am tired of it. I’ve seen some things that absolutely horrify me. I do the best to teach my children a better way to be, but it’s hard to instill a moral in your children when they are immersed in a different type of environment. There are four different levels of respect that in my mind should exist within our society, all of which I see less and less.
As I sat at my desk today, I realized how uninspiring my space is. I mean, aside from a tiny little Buddha and a few well-placed drawings from my kids, there is nothing that makes the space feel… good. It’s boring. In fact the only thing I can really say about my office is it has great potential. I have red and tan walls and that’s at least a start. My window leaves much to be desired though. While other’s in the building have a window that looks outside, my window looks onto what we collectively call the “3:00 cabinet”. It’s the snack center. Yes, that’s right. Every afternoon I get to watch people raid the cabinet for sodas and preztels and other similar tidbits of junk. But here’s the real kicker. Once they have selected their junkfood for the afternoon, they turn around and eat it on a file cabinet that sits directly under my window. So, I not only have the joy of watching them get their food, I get to watch them eat it too. Sometimes I liken the feeling to being at a zoo… but am I on display or are they? (sigh)… I digress.


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