Broder looked across the table and said:
“Mom, when I think about the things I like most, the memories that are the best in my life, it is the little stuff I like best. You know, like when we are having meals together and laughing, or when we are driving somewhere and we all start singing in the car. That stuff is the best. Not the big things. Not the big events”.
As a mom, I can’t imagine anything I would have rather heard.
I have talked quite a bit about my desire to create memories for my kids, (as I don’t take pictures, and we don’t have a forever home that they are growing up in) and I have prayed that my shortcomings as a mother are not what sticks out in their minds as they grow up. That what they look back on and see is a lifetime of love and joy. Everyday joy.
And it seems to be working out ok.