I Cherish the Memories

https://rantandreason.com/2017/12/25/i-cherish-the-memories/

via Daily Prompt: Cherish

I have just spent a few minutes on Facebook this Christmas morning and I am puzzled, frazzled, astonished as to why parents would buy so many presents for one child.  Okay, I’m glad they have money, I’m glad they are not struggling or wanting for anything, but I can’t help but think of the child’s friend(s) who got way less because their family is struggling.  I hope that the people with lots of money find a way to explain that Santa does not bring so many gifts to everyone.  I hope that they mark Santa only on a few of the gifts and the rest is from mommy, daddy and relatives and friends.

I was slightly off topic there for a minute, but that is to get to the cherished memories I have of my father who is no longer with us.  We had such a large family and my parents struggled every Christmas to get us all a little something.  Mom always wanted to go overboard.  It was important to her to a more than just one present for each child under the tree.  Dad would have preferred to keep it to the minimum.  The charge cards would get maxed out and they would spend the whole year paying off the credit cards just to start over again.  It is so silly that people feel they have to do that.  For my mom it was the pressures of keeping up with the neighbours.

The other thing I will always cherish, yes it is a material thing, but with sentimental value, a pair of grandma and grandpa rocking piggy banks.  My parents got them one year for Christmas from my mom’s mom.  They are the cutest little banks.  A couple of years ago when I was home to visit, mom wanted me to pick some things that I wanted to keep of hers so I would have something to remember her by after she is gone.  My parents never had a lot of material things, money was always scarce.  Mom had some china that had been given to her, but the only thing I wanted was the grandma and grandpa rocking piggy banks.  I asked her if I could have them.  When she said yes, I asked her if I could take them with me so I could see them all the time to be reminded of her and dad all the time.

Now I have them sitting on a shelf, looking at me every time I walk in the room.  I do cherish those little rockers.  I want nothing else.  The rest of the family can fight over other things that are of value like wedding rings, fine china, furniture, but I have what I need.  I’m missing my dad quite a bit this Christmas.

Merry Christmas to all of you, treasure moments spent with family if you can.

I’m Frazelled Again.

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