I was sitting and drinking my coffee this morning and I was realizing how all the things that I love to do, all my hobbies have been handed down to me. My father started our photography business in 1971 so that passion has been handed down from him. I still love to talk to him about what makes a great picture. Though he has been retired for over 15 years the passion still shows in his eyes when we talk about it.
My Grandma Lea (dad's mom) was a baker, cooker, canner, jar-er. You have heard me mention the ranch. When we build our house there, I will be the 5th generation to live on the land. When my grandmothers Hay Fever got to be to bad my grandpa bought here a house in town. They had her garage door sealed and she had bakers racks and deep freezers in there. When you went to visit she would give you a paper bag to go out to the garage and take some jars of jellies, Jams or Chili Sauce as well as frozen cookie dough or fresh baked bread... it was heaven. Her house always smelled of something yummy that was bubbling on her stove. Because of her I love to bake:
My Mother and Grandma Florence are crafters. They taught me to sew, they taught me to Crochet. Although, I only learned how to make a chain when I was little and couple of weeks ago taught myself to crochet from a pattern. The joy of sitting around my grandmothers table and crafting with her and my mom were such sweet times. We painted on tea towels with those ball point paints, remember those? We went to the ceramics shops and brought home chalkie ceramic things to paint. Remember that? I remember when my mom was into Macro-met and making apple dolls. Do you rember apple dolls?
we did needlepoint and embroidery and paint by number. My Grandmother also knitted and played the piano. Ahhh sweet memories.
So I sit here today and realize what priceless gifts we give our children simply by doing something that we love... that we enjoy. By this we teach them to have passion in life to love and enjoy life. So tonight when Steve builds a fire and puts the Wall-E DVD on for the twentieth time for Jumpy Kid, I will sit on the couch with my boys and smile when Steve leans over to kiss me and calls me Granny again as sit with my ball of yarn and crochet.