Learn how to cherish rare time with your family

buffyWhen I began to write this column, two very different thoughts came to mind. I decided to share both with you.

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My youngest son was home on spring break recently and we had a rare opportunity to go out to dinner.

Now that we’re all busy adults with crazy schedules, it’s not always easy to get the family together.

Sitting across from my sons, I was reminded of the fine young men they have become.

These are the same boys who put rubber snakes in our bed and thought the floor was their personal wrestling ring.

Time has a way of blurring our memories, but there are some that are as clear and bright as a cloudless blue sky on a crisp spring day.

Rocking them to sleep while singing a soft lullaby.

Putting Power Ranger Band-Aids on boo-boos (even when they were nothing more than scratches).

Making a SpongeBob SquarePants costume for the school parade.

Clutching my heart as they learned to drive.

With age comes wisdom, and what I’ve come to realize is that life’s wrinkles have a way of working themselves out.

It’s not always in the way we had planned or the way we thought it would.

But at the end of the day, life’s fabric wraps us in warmth and happiness.

That doesn’t mean I worry less. Just ask anyone and they’ll probably tell you that Worry is my shadow. It’s as much a part of me as my curly hair.

But I’ve learned in my (ahem) middle age that worry is the price I pay for loving as deeply as I do.

And I wouldn’t give that up for anything.

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My second thought had me in tears for totally different reasons.

Have you heard about the Michigan woman whose death went unnoticed for six years because her bills were on autopay? A worker checking on the house after it fell into foreclosure found her mummified body in the back seat of her car inside her garage.

When I read this story, I gasped. How could this happen? Are we so disconnected from one another that someone can go missing for years and no one notice? I hope not.

I can’t imagine living in a community where everyone doesn’t keep tabs or everyone else. That’s what a community is all about.

It reminded me of the time my neighbor, knowing we were on vacation, noticed an unfamiliar car in our driveway. So, like a good neighbor, he checked the house. He startled my cleaning lady who wasn’t expecting anyone.

Those are the kind of neighbors I have. I’m grateful that in this busy world of gadgets and gizmos and social networking sites galore we still have time for one another — face to face.

I hope you do, too.

Buffy Andrews is Assistant Managing Editor of Features and Niche Publications for the York Daily Record/Sunday News. She is also an author.

Buffy Andrews

Assistant Managing Editor of Features and Niche Publications for the York Daily Record/Sunday News. Also, Social Media Coordinator.

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  1. Marlene says:

    Am I missing something? Where’s the advice to “Learn how to cherish rare time with your family”????

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