It all started when I put Little O into a time-out at my parent’s house.
Back at home, our time-out zone is in the dining room, the most isolated spot on our first floor.
But at my parent’s house, I didn’t even hesitate. Little O went off to the bottom step, looking slightly stunned & extremely pouty.
I couldn’t help but smile at the irony: that bottom step was where I used to go during my time-outs as a child.
As I walked away, I touched the wall and thought, what stories are you holding in there?
And then I realized…
the girls were following in my long-ago footsteps, right in front of my eyes.
Baby H sleeping in our childhood crib.
The girls splashing in the same tub.
Dance parties in the same sunroom after dinner.
I thought about how at Grammy & Grampy’s house, the girls are following in the Hubs’ footsteps, too. Playing with his lovingly-cared for toys, spending overnights in his childhood bed, reading through his favorite books, planting in the same garden.
And then it hit me: this is an amazing gift.
It’s a gift to the Hubs & I, to be able to share this piece of ourselves, our childhoods, our histories with the girls.
It’s a gift for our parents, to watch another generation of family play in the same rooms, color at the same tables, bake with the same mixing bowls as their own children.
There are a whole lot of memories wrapped up into each of our childhood houses, and being able to experience the shared joy of our children playing, learning and loving in these houses is enough to bring grateful tears to my eyes.
Making new memories and cherishing the old ones. Isn’t that the cycle of life?
Counting My Kisses: Thankful isn’t a strong enough word for the emotions that I feel towards both my parents & the Hubs’ parents. We’re so lucky that they lovingly open their arms to us & our children every chance they get. I know neither set of parents will live in their houses forever, but right now, I’m feeling a whole new appreciation for the stories that those walls contain. And I like thinking about the stories our own walls are starting to hold on to as well.
What stories do your walls hold?
Have a great day!