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Thursday, March 1, 2012

Memories

The kitchen rocking chair moves to and fro as I write this first slice. I look out the large bay window and watch the snow make its quiet decent to the ground. My nose takes in the buttermilk pancake aroma still hanging in the air. Yes, buttermilk pancakes. 
It does not seem so long ago that snow days were filled with whoops of joy from our two boys as they tumbled down the stairs. Snow days were always a major celebration which began with special pancakes made in shapes of snowmen or gingerbread boys. They warmed our tummies and hearts while we planned all the things we would do with our free time. My husband would get ready for work and the kids and I would tease him with our plans for reading, watching TV, playing games, and having great fun in the new fallen snow. He would tease back that we were going to be going to school in July!
Our boys are now grown with significant others and homes of their own in states far away. I know they too remember those days fondly for I will get a phone call from each of them today. The first question...did you make the pancakes?
Yes, I made the pancakes to be savored first by our dog, Holly...then my husband...and finally me, buttermilk pancake creator. I sit looking out the bay window rocking to and fro with a tummy full of buttermilk pancakes and heart filled with wonderful memories of our family long ago...waiting for the phone to ring.

5 comments:

  1. Very lovely snow day memory :) I hope you enjoy your day and the calls you are expecting!

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  2. What a wonderful tradition for snow days. Those days created some sweet memories. I'm thinking, pancakes for supper?

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  3. Are you sure you didn't live in my house. This sounded just like my house when the boys lived at home. The boys rule for me was I couldn't work. It was "family bonding time". I really miss those days.

    And Chloe says to tell you she wishes I would feed her pancakes on snow days--I better quit letting her read the comments on our blog!

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  4. You got me crying here! I so mourn the loss of each stage, but then fortunately we can celebrate the next. The book "Let Me Hold You Longer" by Karen Kingsbury evokes the same feelings and I choke up every time. In the author's note she talks about how "we spend our children's days celebrating their firsts, but somehow along the way we miss their lasts." She asks questions like, "Is this the last time you'll run and jump in my arms?" etc. It's a tear jerker and I hold my little ones just a bit longer when I remember this.

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  5. I know I already commented, but I just love the line, "Whoops of joy!" I could hear them, which is an interesting comparison to the rest of the piece and I thinkg the next post I'm about to read titled, "Silence."

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