Little Big Things
What do I want them to remember when they are my age?
What do I hope they think back on and smile and know they are loved?
The stuff that matters is always the little things. I like to call them “the little big things”.
What do I remember from my own childhood? What memories make me smile?
The little things; how my mom made the prettiest clothes for me , she had such a talent with needle and thread. How my pop-pop took me to lunch and told all the ladies I was his date, and we would order the same exact meal every time and pie, always pie, and how on those days I felt truly loved, every bit of me. How my dad loved to swim and would race me in the pool. Riding on the back of my other pop-pop’s motorcycle, so free and never afraid, hugging tight to his waist. Those are things that still matter to me. As an adult those “little big things” are what I strive to create for my family now.
I hope when they are older they remember things like how good their daddy’s bread smelled baking in the oven, and how sweet it tasted when we sliced it still warm with melted butter. How they loved to draw and our home was always covered in their art as if I had bought it at a gallery. How we ate our meals together each night, gathering around the table, good food and love. How weekends were for us, we liked them slow and easy and almost every Sunday we made a hot breakfast and sat bedhead and all, licking the last drips of maple syrup from our plates. Some days those breakfasts were made even more special by silly shaped pancakes of hearts and clovers. Each night they are tucked in under a blanket I made each fabric chosen with them alone in mind.
See more from Everyday Storyteller –Kristin Zecchinelli here.
These are the memories I hope they carry with them in their heart. That they know mom and dad were perfectly imperfect and loved them so. That I took SO many photos of our days, and wrote SO many words , to never forget. I want to remember these days, these moments, and so I make time to document them all.
Hi Kirstin, I’m a big fan of your photo’s and blog, they’ve inspired me for so long. But I must say your writing is as inspiring. You and Ali are the reason I’m a Life Documenter. Thank you so much!
Sorry, Kristin for the miss spelling, you’re always Maine Momma to me!