I don’t think I’m obsessed with my childhood but I certainly write enough about it. You probably never even realized that I actually have blog categories for “Nostalgia” and “Growing Up.” Oddly enough, the latter isn’t about my son growing up. It’s about me growing up. I love to reminisce and when I do, I find that I base a lot of my parenting decisions today based on my own personal experience as a child.
Here’s my 5 minute brain dump…
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A long week that seemed to include even longer nights. I never seem to get enough sleep and yet tonight was almost intentional. We fall into the mindset of watching TV, or playing video games. We’re together as a family but not really together. We’re all kind of co-existing in the same space.
So I asked Evan if he would put his computer away and finally work on one of his LEGO sets with me (doing them together is kind of our thing). It ended up with us alternating assembly which I guess is okay because it’s kind of hard to do it together. And truth be told, I have to restrain myself from grabbing all the bags and just doing it myself.
It was Mommy and Evan time, though, and as I laid down with him for bed (after the mad hunt to find the Easter baskets and then realizing we had no grass for the baskets), I started talking about the Easter dresses I used to wear as a little girl. I was singing the old song Easter Parade and explaining that the bonnets or hats on Easter used to be a very big thing. I reminisced about my very favorite Easter dress ever: pink with a sheer ruffly overlay. I bought white patent leather shoes to go with it as well as a white straw hat with a pink ribbon around it. Ironically, I totally hate pink now.
I talked about a few more dresses in detail and then he said, “I bet I would have had fun playing with you as a little girl.” And I talked to him about how I loved riding bikes and climbing on trees (I left out the part about the Barbie dolls). But we probably would have been good friends. And that’s part of why I keep some of my favorite childhood traditions alive for him.
As I was helping the Easter Bunny prepare things for the morning, I made sure that I had a supply of oval shaped, foil-wrapped chocolate eggs. Every year on Easter, my mother would also help the Easter Bunny by placing these little chocolate eggs all over the house. It was our Easter egg hunt. It was always inside with these tiny little eggs hidden all over the house.
I didn’t even like the chocolate eggs. I just love the hunt. And sometimes, we’d even find an egg or two months later that had somehow been overlooked on that initial egg hunt. And on Easter Sunday, continuing to pass that tradition down to Evan will be my favorite part of the day. And I’m pretty sure his too.
HAPPY EASTER!
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Happy Easter!!! I love the traditions too!! I miss the whole hat wearing thing though. Although I’m not so sure I could pull off a fabulous hat these days…
I love hats and they’re fine on me. As long as I wear it ALL DAY otherwise I have hat head!
I love this story! It is so important to keep our favorite childhood memories and traditions alive with the next generation. I don’t have children but I love it when my niece asks me “Tell me a story from when you and Daddy were little.”
It’s amazing how many stories from my childhood that I write about. I have a whole category called “Growing Up” but it’s stories about ME and when I was growing up!
Oh I loved my dresses and hats when I was little! I never could get my girls to wear the pretty hats, but they still want the dresses!
Well, it’s good to know that not EVERYTHING changes!
I love this post! My favorite part was this, “I bet I would have had fun playing with you as a little girl.”. Just about broke my heart in the very best way!!!
I know, right? He is truly my best buddy.