Generation Cedar

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You’d think I would remember. I’ve been cherishing and talking about HOME for so long. But we get busy and we forget. I do anyway. I forget how important are the hundreds of little things that make home what it is.

That the atmosphere of a home subtly, slowly and profoundly shapes our children as they grow in it.

How I greet them in the morning, so that day after day my face and my words show them how glad I am they’re here.

(But also how sometimes, as the day wears on, the pressures and deadlines of life make me short and snappy. Please, dear Lord, let them forgive me again.)

The days where I remember to light some candles and turn on soft music and infuse the air with a calm in this often loud, busy home. To just sit and talk and listen for a while.

(Or I can rush and brush them off and show them that I can, and often am, tyrannized by the urgent.)

The little things we do matter.

Even the rhythm of of our daily routine is soothing to our little ones before they, too, must bustle around changing schedules. I need to remember to preserve it as much as I can.

I believe they will remember with great fondness (though not always conscious now) someone working each night to cook a yummy meal, even if simple, for them. Serving is always fruitful. I wish I could remember to do it more joyfully!

Buying cheap art supplies and watching them create is another little happy they will tuck in their trunk of memories.

I believe a hundred small things, like even handing a cup of cold water to my son, matter. Many things they will forget, but the building we do, one simple, deliberate act after another, will get woven into their being.

And remembering how important the prosaic is helps me face my day with more purpose and inspiration. And quite honestly, I think it helps us all to live richer, more present lives. And at the end of life, I believe the seemingly unimportant will be of great worth.

There is nothing, Sir, too little for so little a creature as man. It is by studying little things that we attain the great art of having as little misery and as much happiness as possible. -Samuel Johnson

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  1. I just said something like this to my sister today about my daughter. We were talking about Christmas traditions and thinking about our mother and what she passed on to us. My mother’s been gone for nine years now, but sometimes the memories of our years with her are more vivid than ever because I am so aware of wanting to pass part of her legacy on to my own child. You are right: the mundane things are what give us a positive feeling about home and family. I think that the feelings about the comforts of the routines of growing up have gotten inside of my daughter and have helped to make her balanced and calm. I think we all deserve that kind of childhood in order to be more contented adults. As a teacher I meet many children who don’t have that kind of childhood. I feel like part of what I contribute to their current lives is a safe and organized classroom with clear routines and a willingness to listen. Merry Christmas and thank you for your wise words.

  2. What an encouragement (and challenge!) this was for me just now. Thank you so much, Kelly! God bless you and Merry Christmas!

  3. Thank you, Kelly! You have such a way of encouraging and challenging all at once. I appreciate you! Have a very Merry Christmas and a blessed and happy new year with your precious family!

  4. Thank you for sharing your valuable insight. I think it’s so true to feel like what we do at home is small in comparison to other things, but everything adds up in the end. I know with my new blog I am struggling to keep up with everything else I need to get done. I would love to have a magic fairy come help me out! 🙂

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