Who stole my spoon?
It’s Sunday, 6.21 - Father’s Day and I’m doing something I rarely get to do, I’m sitting next to my father. We live approximately 3,050 miles apart, so this is a truly special treat.
My youngest sister who I haven’t seen in 2.5 years is sitting on the floor with her 4-month-old son, my youngest nephew who I just met for the first time 2 days ago. My mom, like a butterfly, is flitting about from one location to another, checking on Dad, trying to make sure baby, sis, etc. are good.
She wears a smile of true bliss.
Her family is in one place at the same time and while we are each attending to something in our own bubbles, the proximity is heavenly.
As I sit next to my Dad, I reach for the spoon I was using to eat my sunflower seed butter and it’s gone. “Where’s my spoon?” I say.
“Who stole my spoon?” I say, louder the second time.
“Oh, this one?” my Dad says, holding up the spoon in his bowl of Cheerios, "I borrowed it." He proceeds to finish his cereal and then hands the spoon back to me.
Yup, I’m home.
This particular reunion was so we could watch the marriage of our eldest sibling to her man of many years. It just happened to also be Father’s Day weekend - my big sister finding a way to give our Dad a gift on her wedding weekend - all of his children in one place for the first time in 12 years.
As we sat around during the reception, the stories started to come out; childhood memories and sharing.
Some of the details were cloudy, but most were bright and fresh; lots of laughter. I was struck by how different some of my memories were than what my siblings remembered. Amazed at how certain moments in our life shape us into who we are and yet those moments are ultimately such a personal reflection, modified by our own recollection, our own filters.
I was equally struck by the things my family remembered that I didn’t. I heard perceptions of myself via my family’s stories.
These stories, our family sharing, made me feel special and honored to be part of such a colorful and fabulous group of people.
Take Action: When you are feeling a little lackluster, call a family member and recall a moment in your past together. Swap stories and share what you each remember. After the conversation, reflect on how that sharing made you feel and what the story brought back to you.
The benefit? As you talk with others who have been a part of your life’s story and you collectively reflect; it puts life into perspective. Your family (however you define it) helps to color in the individual pages your own memories might have otherwise left blank, and life is just better in color.