Tuesday, June 10, 2008
The first family memory was made in my new bed when Karen, Kayla, and Kaden climbed into it as I sat in a chair at the foot of the bed. We laughed and talked about the gigantic appearance of the bed and started reminiscing on the many memories of love, laughter, tears, secret stories funny or sad, that occurred in the old bed. The fact that all four of my children and all seven of my grands have spent time in the middle of that old bed purchased more than twenty years ago. There I have changed their diapers,propped their bottles, nurtured their hurts, listened to their corney jokes, watched cartoons and not so scary movies, ate breakfasts, lunches or even dinners, hid from the thunder and lightening and was awakened too early in the morning from the bright sunshine streaming in the window. Talk about comfort, In "grandma's old bed" kids fell asleep even when they didn't want to take a nap. Even as adults there was always a place to lay across the foot of grandmas bed whether I was in it or not. It was more than just my place of sleep it was a place that my family could always find peace. I was told that some children never was allowed into their parents bedroom much less to climb into their bed but for my family I never gave it a second thought..... My husband have sometime walked into the room looked at grandma and her daughters and maybe a couple of grands still short enough to stand in the bed laughing and telling silly stories and all he would say was "Oh Lord". Yesterday as the delivery man walked out the door with "grandma's old bed ". My daughter Karen said "wow mom just think about all the memories made around that bed". I thought about my boys David and Johnathan and the emptiness that creeps into times of joy because they are no longer physically here but in our hearts I still remember that they contributed to the experience of my lifetime, to the lifetime of this entire family. So yesterday the first family memory was made in "grandma's new bed" when Karen Kayla, and Kaden climbed into it as I sat in a chair at the foot of the bed and we laughed and talked about things of days gone by. When my girls read this they will understand why I say Thank God that memories remain even though THINGS may change.
