Sometimes I wonder if my children have special memories of ordinary moments from the past that creep up on them unexpectedly. Perhaps hot summer afternoons sitting on a blanket at Springdale pool; or summer lunches of corn on the cob, and fresh fruit; maybe listening to music played by their dad on the piano or guitar, or nights when we didn't have air conditioning and it was too hot to sleep.
I’ll have to ask them. I’d like to know what ordinary moments live on in their minds like the afternoon memories of my childhood do in mine.I remember waking up on summer mornings and feeling a slight breeze on my body, Walking to the pool and the closer I got, the more excitement I felt from hearing all of the kids squealing, and, of course, the four o'clock steel mill whistle ending the daylight shift and my signal to go home for supper.
I know that my two older sons still look for radio stations that play polka's on Sunday. It brings back ordinary moments they have of my parents playing them on their radio,
Also the Christmas album from the Partridge family would be a Christmas moment, and the smell of freshly cut grass.
My husband would say watching Happy Days and Lavern & Shirley with our whole family gathered in the living room.
Maybe they will read this and answer what ordinary moments they remember.
What are your ordinary moments?