We all seem to love traditions.
The kids fondly remember four years ago when the Olympics were on and we brought the TV in from it’s place in the garage and made a big bed on the lounge floor to watch the opening ceremony. At midnight Wayne got up and made chip butties! Hannah was the last to go to sleep at 2.30am. They still talk about it
So with this years Olympics about to start Wayne has borrowed a TV, the kids are already talking midnight snacks, although it will be 7am NZ time for us this time – not a busy time in our household!!
I love the memories the kids have stacked up. With Hannah very firmly out of childhood now I can see her whole growing up in one piece, with great perspective and it looks pretty good. She says it was fantastic, no complaints so I do have a sense of “whew!”, I did OK.
It does also make me realise that every minute is precious. Not to waste a day. Especially when having children in my life who grow up so fast… It seems a good reminder to live fully anyway, because we are all growing up, getting older.
I love the idea of magic moments and have been blessed to have a fair few of them in my life already. And I aspire to having just magic moments, one after the other, nothing else. It is all attitude I guess, anything and everything is a magic moment if you see it in the right light.
Having kids around certainly helps as they live so well in the present and gain so much pleasure from life and the little things that happen.
So I guess come Saturday morning we will be having a magical, if extremely early, few moments (hours?) of TV viewing on the lounge floor. I am thinking blueberry pancakes this time, maybe followed by chip butties later, just for old times sake.