The Weighted Moments That May Be Passing You (& Me) By
“Will you cut my mouth?” he asks, holding out a butter knife towards his pumpkin.
We’re gathered around the kitchen table, five pumpkins and five people. Slimy seeds with dangling orange pumpkins strings are being slung into a glass bowl for later, and we pass the stencil blades and tiny plastic saws around between us.
My six year old son and I brainstorm the expression he wants his pumpkin face to have, and I slice and cut features for him. Swingy jazz music plays in the background, dirty dishes stack high on one of the counters, and everything has stopped for an hour or so as we slip into family time.
“This year for Christmas, can we decorate lots of cookies?” my daughter asks, staring intently at her pumpkin face as she carves.
“Sure.” We talk more of customs, and it intrigues me to know more about which holiday traditions and times together have been meaningful for them. John stretches out across the couch by now, all of us done with our pumpkins except Morgan who is painstakingly following an idea she found online. After some thought, John brings up simple moments from his childhood, walks in preschool years, times alone with special loved ones, and it hits me.
Most of our special family moments aren’t the huge scripted ones. They are the small cumulative times that build each year: an hour here dicing out pumpkin faces; a squeezed in afternoon there spreading red frosting onto chunky gingerbread men; but mostly, it’s the happy moments around the dinner table before someone has to leave, or the ordinary evenings at home with a family game or movie.
I can see it now, how often my nineteen year old likes to linger in the kitchen as I wash dishes or cook supper, pulling his long legs up onto the counter or into my small desk chair, while we talk about the day before he rushes off to work. Those moments hold weighted value now tonight as I see them for what they are: precious, and building a foundation of family memories.
“Mom, is it time to light the candles now?” Daniel asks, all six years of him brimming in excitement.
(And it’s not about Halloween, because we’re careful about those themes, yet are thankful for times to connect with and meet our neighbors.) It’s about the excitement of doing something as a family, building a memory each time we gather together. Today, it was with pumpkins, and faces, and autumn leaves. And the memories captured here are precious.
What are some things you enjoy doing with your family or friends?