Me! This year I decided to home school my daughter after a couple of years of being completely dissatisfied with the school districts in our area. We had her in a private Christian school and she was still just barely surviving. Against my husband's interests and practically everyone I knew, I pulled her from the school and brought her home with me. I listened to myself, my momma instincts and I did what I knew was best for my little girl. Guess who's shining bright again?
Entries in memories (2)
A memory can be tricky . . . it can change over time, parts of it can be lost, and sometimes . . . it can totally vanish from the brain.
Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured by these. (Susan B. Anthony)
I like to think I am a wise parent and being the wise parent I want to create cherished memories for my children. I know cherished memories are made through rituals. These rituals are as simple as baking cinnamon rolls together every Saturday morning or reading bedtime stories each night. Holiday rituals are already quite realistic in my house. My children know our holiday routine already!
Another ritual in our house is something quite effortless . . . we share a bowl of cereal in the morning. A single bowl of cereal to begin the day of making memories. The key is to repeat this little 'ritual' over and over, so that my children are guaranteed a level of comfort and at the same time, we are creating cherished memories. These same cherished memories will carry with them for a lifetime.
I know this because I used to eat cereal with my grandmother whenever I stayed with her. We would share a single bowl of Cheerios and she would let me add any amount of sugar and cream that I wanted. I despised milk as a child and would never eat cereal, but for my grandmother . . . I would, but only with her delicious cream and loads of sugar.
Intuitively, I carried on this cherished memory with my daughter. It's our thing. As soon as she wakes up in the morning, she wants her cereal. I prepare her bowl and sprinkle on a bit of sugar and grab two spoons. We sit together at our kitchen counter while she eats her cereal and I steal a bite or two.
These are special memories for my daughter and I . . . I feed her, I listen to her and I love her . . . and I steal her Cheerios!
Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. --Pierce Harris
Go make your own memories now.
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Behind every photo and recipe on this blog is a lifestyle photographer who homeschools her three lovely children in the Christian Classical education theory in the suburbs of Chicago. I'm Teresa, the face behind Tiaras & Tantrums! And I believe in living life to the fullest and enjoying every single moment of it. [Read more about Teresa...]