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A few weeks ago, I found myself lost in a time warp. Hours magically disappeared and I found myself wandering in the past…..

I took a trip to Target. For some, this is a weekly occurrence; for me, I have embraced online shopping for a long time, but decided to take a detour from my usual daily living.

While wandering the aisles, I looked at the arts and crafts supplies that I used to purchase in abundance. I saw the loot bags and treats to celebrate birthdays with young friends. Pretty clothing, funny tshirts, shorts, socks, small-sized sneakers… These used to be a few of my favorite things.

The shelves were crushed with fruit juice boxes and jumbo size bags of chips and snacks for packing 15 years of school lunches. I had lists of Column A and Column B choices for each child’s particular pickiness about fruits, sides, and main lunch options. Despite years of uneaten lunches and complaints, they all appear to have grown well and not a malnourished child in sight.

I am now so far away from being that parent to small children for whom I wanted to make things perfect. The attempts to find things to make them smile and be the prince or princess of their days seems long forgotten and dusty in their memories.

But, it was a reminder of where my life used to be, and transported me to another country, time, and place. Hours and years disappeared as I wandered those aisles.

I know that they cannot remember so many of the fine details that I labored over or the worries that entangled each decision for their well-being.

The life of a mother is long, as are the memories, and even when no one else can remember, we do. Our children are always in our hearts and on our minds; even the details of a life lived in the past remain with us always.

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There are so many changes in our world and fast-moving media with blaring criticisms, that we rarely hear about the small town pride and patriotism that can exist.

In small town Kensington, Maryland, one such event took place on July 4th.  Two roads were closed keeping a small park protected from traffic.  Parents brought their children on bikes, and in strollers, for a mid-morning July 4th parade on wheels.  Bicycles decorated with American flags and creative flourishes of red, white, and blue, mixed with strollers festooned with balloons and banners.  An ice cream truck was parked near the curb and parents sat with their toddlers on blankets on the grass.

At 11 a.m. the parade commenced. Children learned about their flag, their home, and country to develop pride, faith, history and about Independence of the national and freewheeling kind.

Red-faced, but happy, children walked hand-in-hand with their parents in the bright sunshine and high temperatures.  Warm, sticky, but glowing with fun and good cheer, memories were created and associated with a time of simple pleasures and gratitude for freedom and opportunity.

Observing the event, it did the same for me.

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“The straight line belongs to men, the curved one to G-d.”

– – – Antoni Gaudi

 

 

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