My oldest Granddaughter, Kelsi turned 13 this past week…
My daughter decided to have a birthday ‘Tea’ for her, and invited the women that
have surrounded and influenced Kelsi through her life.
There were Grandma’s, Great-Grandma’s, and Aunts.
It was a women only event – a ‘coming of age’ party for the girl
who is making the transition from child to teen.
Kelsi’s aunt made the pretty tissue paper flowers,
and my daughter added the twinkle lights.
There was a wonderful dinner prepared. And of course – chocolate.
Fountains of it.
And assorted tasty things to dip into the chocolate..
One of Kelsi’s gifts was a hand made memory book. Something for her to
utilize these next few years of her life to store momento’s of her experiences.
It has pockets and nooks and crannies to put things in. Notes, ticket stubs,
cards, scripture, pictures. Whatever has meaning in her life. Each of us
had written something special for her to tuck into one of the pockets.
Her gift from her parents was a Pandora bracelet. Each of us
then gave her a charm for it that would make her think of us.
I gave her the owl. There was a story behind it..
When Kelsi was just a baby, my daughter would prop her up on
my bed in the morning while she was getting ready for the day.
I would come out of my bathroom to find her laying in the middle
of my bed staring around the room at my wallpaper She had a
headful of dark hair and her eyes were huge – she looked just like a little owl..
She is beginning to look so grown-up on the outside,
but in my eyes she is still that bright eyed little girl,
so intrigued with the world around her.
I am so proud of my daughter, and her desire to teach
Kelsi to honor the women in her life.
To take advantage of our age and life-experiences,
and use them in her own life choices and decisions.
It makes me think about the legacy I am leaving behind.
I had a talk with my Mother today that really brought that home to me in
a new way. My Mother is 92 years old, and still in good health. She is currently
working on a book about her life.
(This is a picture of my Mom with Kelsi’s little sister Lydia)