It’s funny the things that settle into our hearts as precious parts of our childhoods. When I was a kid, I remember our Tupperware juice pitchers. They were a part of our every day life from stirring up frozen orange juice, to whipping up soy milk from a powder.
So when I was looking for a juice pitcher, and really not finding anything very good in my usual haunts, I stumbled across a booth at a small agricultural fair where a woman was selling Tupperware. And I found a juice pitcher almost exactly like the one we had when I was a kid.
So I asked my mom where she got her Tupperware pitchers from all those years ago, and she said, “I had a friend named Sandra who sold it. She had a Tupperware party, and I went. They were good. They lasted a long time.”
No nostalgia. Just a couple of pitchers she picked up. But there is something about ordinary things you recall from your childhood that give them a little extra glow.
It makes me wonder what ordinary things my son will latch onto with fond memories that will make me just shrug. Maybe something from the pandemic like Lysol wipes. Isn’t that the way? It’s never something we imagine will be special. Think of the things you have from your mom… an egg beater, or a mixing bowl. Nothing she imagined you’d treasure, I’m sure! 😉 I like that perspective, though. All these ordinary parts of our lives (these sensible, plastic, practical things) are more precious than we think.
Life really is a lot more romantic than most people realize! We romance readers and writers aren’t wrong. That soft, nostalgic glow is just as real as cold, hard facts.
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