We always want better for our kids, right?
Sure, I want my son to have more than I had growing up. More opportunities, more experiences, more everything. But that’s not to say that what I had wasn’t good enough. Quite the opposite, really. In fact, as spring settles in and a sense of renewal hits the new land we now call home, I find my mind flooded with my own childhood memories of spring.
Funny how the season seemed so long as a child, isn’t it?
Not so much any more. The days are flying by. As I watch my son change from a baby into a little boy before my eyes, I realize more each day that I have to make the most of this. It won’t be long until he has no time for dear old Mom, so this spring I plan to share with him all the wonderful spring things that made such an impression on me as a child. Gardening, cooking with my mom, exploring the outdoors. Now that he’s two years old, he can really get down and dirty with us…and let me assure you, he is.
Spring has always been my favorite season. I recall so vividly the days spent helping my parents ready the garden so we could grow all my favorite things…