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When we get older, we reflect on the past more. I think we realize our time on earth is short. We want to go back and live the way it used to be. This can be bad if we dwell on the past too much, but if we remember the happy times in our life, it can be good.
My parents were raised during the Depression. They never threw anything away because we might need it later. I\’m afraid I inherited that gene. It\’s hard for me to throw things away. I am trying to do better.
One year we had a late snow. I remember the daffodils were blooming. In fact, they froze in the snow. My parents had saved a large cardboard box. That box made the best sled. My sister and I went up and down the hill behind our house until the box disintegrated. It is one of the best childhood days I can remember.
Simple things are so much better. Baking cakes without a cake mix. We become too dependent on the quick way to do things. Sitting on the front porch at night and talking to neighbors or counting the stars. When did we stop doing all that?
Today, I am baking a cake without a mix. We sit on our patio and talk to our nearest neighbor in the summer. Simple relaxing things are much better.
We become too involved in texting that we have forgotten how to talk to people. Most young people do not know how to carry on a conversation with an adult. Life is so much better when we remember the simple things. I challenge each of you to do one thing you used to do. Turn the television off and talk to your family. Ask someone for dinner. Play board games. Life is so much better when we include other people.
I have seen parents who sit outside with their kids, but instead of playing with the kids, the parents are constantly on the cell phone. Sad. They are missing creating special memories. I’m praying for all children and their parents/grandparents. 🙂
I miss the days we would be outside in the evenings. My maternal grandparents lived next door to us. After supper, my parents and my grandparents would sit outside and wait for the train to come by. Why? I don’t know why we waited for the train, but we did. After to passed, we were ready to come inside. We talked and my sister and I would play games with our grandfather.
Now parents either put their children in front of the tv or give them a smartphone. Seems like anything to keep them from having to converse with them. I see so many kids, especially homeschooled kids that can’t carry on a conversation with anyone. My husband and I have made it a point to get to know the kids at church. He crochets an afghan for each girl at church. There are small ones for the younger girls to play with their dolls with, and larger ones for the teens. That has made such a difference in the kids and the parents. The girls talk to us! It’s amazing.