Making Treasured Memories With Your Family.
Usually a person can look back on their youth and find areas in which they can associate good memories with. It might be with siblings, parents or grandparents. These good times are the foundations of deep seeded relationships. Having these experiences teaches a person how to create these experiences with other people and as a result, a person grows closer to others. My family was not much different from many other families.
Often we found ourselves in the kitchen with our mother, helping her with her baking or cooking. Maybe that is where our love of cooking and baking came from. One thing about my mother is that she had to possess the fortitude and patience of a saint for even letting us into the kitchen with her. Her anodized cookware set at one point was shiny and new, however with us kids helping her, unfortunately those pots and pans endured battles of their own.
Each moment spent with mom is one that is treasured, although there are plenty more memories each just as special. One of those moments was family game nights. Once a board game came out, we all rushed to be the first to pick the player pieces. Some how back then we were under the impression that certain pieces were just more fun than other ones. Now it is simply a matter of who is playing the game with you and not the color or the piece that you play with.
Another precious memory is everyone looking through the pictures in my mothers scrapbook album. Each page lovingly showcased us on brightly colored pages with heartfelt messages or comical statements. As much as it was a pleasure to look through the album with my family, it was a pleasure for them to watch me go through the pictures with my siblings.
Often our laughter at the images on the pages would make her smile with fondness. Perhaps one of the most interesting photos was of the time we went to ball game. We were all excited, the stands were filled with cheering fans and the scent of roasted peanuts filled the air.
The cheering from the fans as the game began, and the loud speaker announcing the teams as the players came onto the field and took their places. The batter stepped up to the plate, and a hush seemed to draw over the crowd. His black helmet glinted as he swung, the foul ball headed for the stands where we were seated. We stood to catch it and as my hands swung out my mom snapped the picture with the ball in my hand.
While there were plenty of other enjoyable family moments, these were perhaps a couple of my favorites. Ones that perhaps one day will be created and shared with my children.
