Just Yesterday

Dressed up in satin and lace, I walked slowly down the aisle of the church sanctuary. Strolling arm in arm with my father, I loved hearing the swish from my dress with each graceful step. My eyes focused on my to-be-husband standing in front of the sanctuary. He looked quite dashing in his black tux. Wasn’t this special occasion just yesterday?
Yesterday that transported into thirty-one years of marriage.

Well, it was just yesterday when I saw the item sitting on the shelf: a gift from my bridal shower in 1988. I recall opening the box and pulling out a white mini food chopper. A great gift, but did I expect to keep it for three decades? I thought for sure it would’ve been replaced with an updated version sometime between then and now. Yet, over the years, it has stood the test of time, still working, and the only change is its color; instead of a glossy white, it’s now faded into a pale yellow.

The question is: should I replace the little food chopper because it looks weathered? If so, shouldn’t anything old be swapped out for a newer version? Think about cars. They may have all the parts, their engines may roar when the key is turned, but if they’re scraped up and bruised, shouldn’t they be traded in for shiny new models? Let’s expand our thinking even further: Should spouses sprouting gray hair, wearing mazes of facial wrinkles be substituted with younger partners? Is the end-all goal a better-looking copy?

Let’s do the math: if that mini chopper has aged, so have I and I am not going to be traded in. Buying brand-new, shiny, and flawless is exciting and I won’t lie and say that I never have, but sometimes the memories deep within are more valuable than the “itemitself. Regarding life partners, what about the good memories: the laughter, tears, adventures, intimacy, and the love both partners felt in the beginning when that spark ignited? This is why my faded chopper still sits on the shelf, rather content with the cookie sheets and mixing bowls.

I don’t know how long the chopper will stay in the family, but as long as it does, I’ll remember that Saturday afternoon: women gathered to celebrate my upcoming wedding day. Silly games brought fits of laughter, deep conversations evoked precious memories, words of wisdom were spoken by women who had lived through the cracks and crevices of life. Most importantly, my faded gift reminds me of when my mom and mother-in-law were still in my life. They were two amazing women with more stories to tell and wisdom to share and I miss them more than words convey.

Mom on my right and
my mother-in-law on my left.

So, if you’re questioning whether you should toss that old worn-out item even though it functions perfectly, allow yourself to pause in the moment, to reflect upon the wonderful memories.

January 21, 1989

The answer could just be in one of them.

Lauren Scott (c) 2020

Little Beach Boy (A Shadorma)

I watch him
Sitting in the sand
His quest for
Adventure
Shines through the look on his face
Deep concentration

A slight breeze
Blows his light brown hair
As he digs
For treasures
My heart warms from his delight
A precious moment

Lauren Scott 2017
(I learned about this poetry form at Ben’s site,
https://bennaga.wordpress.com/ and he encouraged
me to try a Shadorma, as well. I couldn’t think
of a new topic, so I revised an old poem from
when my son was little. ❤ I hope you enjoy, and
thanks for the nudge, Ben. It’s always good to
learn something new.)

Fairytale

Mom and me as a baby

When my interest in boys began
I shared my fairytale with Mom
She smiled like a movie star, then said,
“Sweetheart, your time will come”

She never crushed my dreams
Because in her heart she knew
My prince would someday arrive
I suppose mothers always do

Lauren Scott September 2017
(I miss you, Mom ❤)

(I was much younger in this photo,
but it’s one of my favorites 🙂 )

Precious Time Together

When we were young with no worries 024

Can we help in the kitchen?
Can we watch you cook?
I’d rather do this myself
then I stop and look
at the innocent faces

so eager to learn
selfish, no more,
it’s now their turn
Clothes will get dirty

dust will appear
chores never ending
that much is clear
So I say to them,

I’ll play and read books
I’ll teach you to be
great little cooks
For as you grow
and think of your Mother
Just know my love for you
is like no other

Lauren Scott © 1999

I wrote this years ago when my children were little
and spending time with them was far more important
than getting things done around the house.

I hope you’re leaving here with a smile and 
I appreciate your visit. Have a wonderful weekend!