It’s Gratituesday! Today I am thankful for my childhood holidays. Those special days scattered throughout the year were anticipated with a tingly, buzz in the air. Each holiday carried a specific scent and texture that brought joy in its own unique way. There was an innocence and wonder about each celebration.
childhood memories (Photo credit: brainblogger)
That purity of that experience is two-fold. Childhood is supposed to be about immediacy, the here and now. There’s no worrying about a hundred things to do before an event happens. The countdown to Christmas was all about anticipation and expectation. That’s what I had, the joy of the moment. What a phenomenal blessing!
Simplicity is the other half of my childhood holiday memories. Perhaps it was a simpler time. Maybe I grew up sheltered. Hallelujah! Every child should be so lucky to live, for a time, in a protective bubble of wonder, curiosity, love and newness. I had that.
I was blessed beyond measure with Valentine love, Easter hope, Independence Day freedom, Halloween sweets, Thanksgiving gratitude, Christmas joy.
Every child should be so lucky!
Kami's Beautiful Morning 
We ought to make our holidays more like that, now…. LOVE, Lynn
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‘a protective bubble of wonder, curiosity, love and newness’ I love that line Kami. It’s what I see when I watch my grandchildren at play. I think that’s why women of a certain age go ga ga (not lady gaga) when they see little ones.
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Thanks Mary. There’s something precious about those tiny ones isn’t there?
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