Totally Random....

Every blog-less day that goes by makes it easier to not blog. To get over that hurdle I am now going to blog, even if it is something totally inane. Somehow having this empty space before me intimidates me if I think about having to fill it with something significant. So here are a few random thoughts that have been bouncing around my head like pinballs.

Before my mom died, I remember her telling me one day that she would "give everything I own just to have all the grandkids little again for just a day or two". It surprised me at the time but I've thought about it many times since then, reflecting on just how precious those days were to her. Now that we have our own little grandson coming to visit Grandma and Grandpa and scooting around the house I can understand her. TeeTee has taught Micah several hand motions so that even though he can't talk, he can express certain things. The other day when he came over I was holding him, just enjoying the warmth of that little body in my arms. He put up with it for a minute and then he looked at me and used the hand motion for "Feed me!" I had to laugh - he already knows what Grandmas are supposed to do and he lost no time in reminding me. I thought of my mom and knew she would agree with Micah - that's what Grandmas are for.

How many of our memories are associated with the kitchen? At least in our family I know that many of them are. Anne made a reference this afternoon to my favorite hiding place for things I didn't want the kids to eat beforetime: the vegetable drawer. I knew if they went foraging for a snack they weren't likely to look in with the carrots, celery and half-withered apples so I would often slip something I was saving under the aforementioned items and could rest assured that it was safe there. I think it was only recently that I revealed that secret and I may yet regret spilling the beans on myself.

I find myself reflecting often on my place in the flow of generations. Hovering over my shoulder are the memories of my own parents and grandparents. In front of me are my children and grandchild. Definitely one of the benefits of being middle-aged.