We are in Tennessee for a quick visit with the
Newmans…Knoxville Chapter, before heading west to take Britt back to college. It’s been nice catching up on the lives of
all the nieces and nephews the last couple of days. They are all at such interesting chapters in
their lives and I enjoy their exciting chatter. At the same time my heart feels heavy. This is the year Joshua’s cousins start high
school, the cousins born the same year he was born, which means this is the year that Josh should start too. My boy should be a freshman in high school in two weeks. My boy should have his driver's permit in 4 months.
To distract myself, I notice that something pretty normal keeps happening. Someone keeps asking “do you have.....?” and I keep
opening up my purse to pull out the needed item. There was the Tylenol for a toothache, lotion to stop the itch
of a bug bite, and a place for Brad to throw trip receipts. Last week at the bridal shower for my nephew,
the pad of paper and pen came out of my magical bag to record all the lovely shower gifts.
I just take my purse for granted, yet where would I be without my license, debit
card, phone and lipstick?
The other day a
friend was looking for something to snack on.
She looked in her Mom bag and voila, one half-eaten bag of m&ms and a granola
bar….the perfect snack choice. While she went with the healthier choice of the granola bar; I would have gone for the m&ms.
Need a needle and thread to sew on that button that just
fell off ? Look in my magic bag. Want lunch money for school? Yep, It’s in my bag. Isn’t it magical that my daughters (and husband) can
go to my magic bag and get what they need? Sadly, their reliance on my magical purse catch up with me from time to time when I go to pay for my lunch and
my wallet is empty. Just for the record, I ALWAYS blame Brad when that happens, not my sweet sweet girls.
Now I'm gettin' a little sentimental about my Mom bag. I think back to everything it has held over the years from pacifiers (binkys), to cheerios. Skinny and thick books...some with fur on the cover. Then there were markers, a crayon or two, a camera to capture those awesome moments, soldiers with little plastic parachutes,
bouncy balls, and small tubes of suntan lotion spf 50. For four years, it held
Joshua’s epilepsy meds in case we were out when it was time for his meds since we all knew how important it was to stay on schedule.
The size of my bag has gone up and down over the years but
it always seems to be just the right size I need. Even my
mom has her magic bag, it’s pretty little…just big enough to hold her
phone to answer my call when I wanna hear her voice. It has just enough room to hold her credit card which makes
me smile when she says, "C’mon, let’s just
you and me get some lunch, my treat." Those are precious times!
Hugs,
Sherri
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