My daughter Zoey and I are walking to the park down the street from where we live. I suppose I should use the word walking loosely, because Zoey never really just puts one foot in front of the other; her momentum always seems to come from a series of leaps and twirls and skips and hops and the occasional hip shake. It seems that for Zoey, she is destined to float and dance through life.
She runs ahead of me and propels herself into a leap, and after a brief airborne suspension, Zoey lands, one foot at a time, squarely into a puddle. As it splashes around her, Zoey laughs and lifts her head and arms in joy for sticking her landing.
“A perfect 10!” I say as I catch up to her. Continue reading “Week 20: The Case for Staying Curious | Everyday Nostalgia”
I am sitting in my car, my coat wrapped tightly around me. I am shaking, but my tremors aren’t a result of the cold winter air. In my hands I hold a grainy black and white printed photograph. Small white lines create the edge of a tiny profile, and if I look closely enough, I am able to make out the graceful, faint curve of a spine and what appear to be arms and legs.
I am filled with wonder as I sit there, looking at this snapshot of my unborn child. For some reason, I had convinced myself that I was having a boy, but the photograph in my hands reveals a different truth: A girl. My daughter.
I am overwhelmed with so many emotions—fear, surprise, excitement, love, wonder—that I can’t look away from the image. I am holding, both in my hands and in the low depth of my belly, the proof that—in a few short months—I will become a mom. A mother. As I think of that word, I think of my own mother, and suddenly, the wonder of this miracle I hold is replaced with a completely different wonder:
How will I ever be as good of a mom as my own mother has been to me? Continue reading “Week 19: Mom’s Lessons for Mother’s Day | Everyday Nostalgia”
My head is tilted back, mouth open wide in awe. My four-year-old eyes fill with wonder as I watch tiny, reflective drops of light dance across our 1980’s popcorn ceiling.
“What are they?” I whisper, afraid that if I speak too loudly they may vanish.
My mom, sitting on the steps beside me, watches them in awe as well. “Whatever they are,” she whispers back, “they’re magical, don’t you think?”
“Yes…Magical,” I answer. And then, all of a sudden, I know what they are. Continue reading “Week 18: 7 Simple Ways to Fill Your Life With Wonder | Everyday Nostalgia”
If you’re just joining us here at the Nostalgia Diaries blog (hi!) or even if you’ve been a loyal reader from the beginning (thank you!) — you’ve probably read a post or two of my Everyday Nostalgia series.
If I had 30 seconds to describe what Everyday Nostalgia is, I would say it’s a blog series that chronicles my efforts to utilize everyday nostalgic living to help build a simpler, happier, and more fulfilling life for me and my daughter, Zoey.
The other day, I found myself talking about the series with someone who hadn’t read any of the posts yet. After I gave my spiel, they said, “Okay, that’s great and all, but what does ‘everyday nostalgic living’ mean? What’s it really all about?” Continue reading “What’s Everyday Nostalgia All About?”
It’s dinnertime, and my daughter Zoey and I go about our nightly routine.
Zoey sits at the kitchen table and studies this week’s spelling words as I finish getting our meal ready. It’s fresh fruit and veggies and homemade mac and cheese. When I finally place our dinner on the kitchen table, Zoey’s face lights up — it’s one of her favorites. She moves her pencil and paper out of the way and pulls her bowl closer.
“Come sit next to me, Mommy,” Zoey says, as she points to the chair next to hers.
I accept her offer and take my rightful place at the empty seat next to Zoey. She tells me about her school day as she begins eating her dinner. For a while I don’t even eat; I quietly sit and listen to this tiny girl, sitting at the table in her little red polo shirt and plaid wool skirt, chattering on about her friends and art class and the day’s lunchtime shenanigans. And as she talks, I can’t help but be reminded of a girl I once knew. Continue reading “Week 17: The Empty Seat (A Story of Acceptance) | Everyday Nostalgia”