Little things trigger memories. This is common knowledge. There are certain songs that I hear that remind me of when my husband and I were dating. There are certain movies I can remember watching as a kid with my parents. There are certain places that I can recall taking family trips to and think about all the things that happened while we were there. Then there are the events that make you think about the people that are missing.
I had one of these moments this past weekend. Thing 1 had an early birthday party with some of his friends at a local baseball stadium. This also happened to be both of my little Things very first baseball game. There were several of his friends there, along with his closest family. One person was greatly missed at this event. My Dad.
I have struggled with this all week. Not in the weeping, sorrowful struggle, but more the little nudges at your heart strings struggle. Seeing my little boys enjoying his favorite sport, along with some of the other grandkids would have been a wonderful event for my Dad.
I was lucky enough to have one of those dad's growing up. He wanted nothing more out of life than to see his kids happy and successful...whatever their term of success may be...and to watch his grandkids grow into the wonderful people they are destined to be.
This time of the year also makes me thing about is my Granddad. When I was a kid, I would always go spend the week of the 4th with him in Georgia. Just us. It was the epitome of my summer growing up.
Little things make you remember. They also make you realize how lucky you are to have memories that you cherish to remember. These memories and people that shape our lives no matter how long we have them in it, are what gets us through the rough times. They are the stiching that hold the seams together when all else seems to unravel. For these memories, I am grateful. I just hope that my kids have as many memory triggers as I do. If they do, then I will count myself a success as a parent.
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