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When I was little…

How would you complete this sentence?

After reading an article in the Wall Street Journal called “Blanks for the Memories” about childhood memories, it got me thinking.

What’s my earliest memory?

I recall vividly a game my older brother – 8 years old than me – and I played together, and often.

He said we started playing this game when I was 2.

It was called Bucking Bronco.

My brother would walk around on all fours, like a horse, with me on his back.

Then he’d buck up on two legs like a bucking bronco, and try to knock me off.

Sounds cruel, eh?

Nah.

I loved it.

I seem to recall roaring with glee, shouting, “yee-ha!”

I would ask him to play.

Though for years, however, I remembered something not so fun about this game.

And there was blood involved.

You’d think Bucking Bronco would have been done at that point.

But apparently, I took care of the problem and we continued to play.


Then one day, when I was about 11 or 12, and we were sitting around telling stories.

My brother said, “Do you remember when we used to play Bucking Bronco?”

Of course I remembered.

My sister chimed in.

“Do you remember when you gave Jim a bloody nose?”

Huh?

As the story goes, I was about 3 at the time.

We were playing Bucking Bronco and Jim bucked up rather suddenly and unexpected.

I flew off his back and bumped my head on the wall.

I was so upset, that I walked right over to him and punched him in the nose!

He got nosebleeds easy, so don’t think I was a bruiser.

So now we explain the blood, etc.

After she said it, I could see this scenario play out in my mind.

Did I then recall it all?

Did her description prompt my further recollection or did it paint the memory for me?

Who knows?

I remember quite a few things from when I was 4.

My husband laughed as I explained the story behind a photo of myself when I was 4.

I spoke about the dress, and a matching scarf that was not pictured.

We went to Kmart to have the photos taken.

It was a rare occasion for me to have a photo session.

I was the third child, after all.

And I was very excited.

When I turned 4, I found out my mom was pregnant with my younger brother.

I remember her pregnant and fighting with my cousin about who was going to feel the baby kick.

I was about 4-1/2 when he was born.

I remember that day – like it was yesterday.

I wasn’t happy.

I wanted a girl.

My older brother, sister and I had just gotten up and were fixing breakfast.

My dad called to give us the news.

I had just opened the cabinet door to get a bowl, when my older brother made the announcement.

“It’s a boy!”

I slammed the door and shouted, “Send him back! Send him back!”

I can recall where my father worked and some of his co-workers.

I remember my first day of school – I was 2 months shy of 5.

I remember kindergarten and my teacher.

I remember walking to school with my sister.

Other events that took place in my early life, I do recall.

Some with greater detail than others.

I asked my husband once, what was his earliest memory.

He said about 6 years old.

So were my early memories more vivid?

Will I forget these memories as I get older?

Are these really things that I recall or are they memories of someone telling the story?

What makes one person remember more than another?

Do what you can to keep these childhood memories alive.

Especially on those difficult days.

It’s wonderful – and invigorating – to remember our most carefree, halcyon days.

What do you remember?

As I read this article today in the Chicago Tribune, “Mom can’t scrub away guilt left by housekeeper,” I really got to thinking.

With all the demands on the 21st century mom, it’s virtually impossible to do everything.

It’s like we have this Supermom complex.

We drive ourselves batty, trying to be June Cleaver.

T’aint gonna happen, ladies.

Unless you have absolutely nothing else going on in your life, maybe.

Why do we feel guilty about seeking any assistance?

It’s hard for me to ask for help.

I was raised not to.

You deal with what you have and don’t complain.

Do what you can, always do your best.

Yes, it was a “children should be seen and not heard” house.

I keep forgetting I am not a child anymore, and I am to be seen and heard.

And when something isn’t right, or I need something, I need to speak up.

Nevertheless, I feel guilty asking for help.

When I was going through chemo, it was really difficult – still – for me to ask people to watch the kids while I went to treatments.

I don’t know why.

Cause I felt like I needed to handle everything.

It was my responsibility.

And maybe it’s the Supermom thing too.

Yes, I do have house cleaners come twice a month too.

To some, it sounds silly and like I’m lazy since I am at home.

As others, I am compelled to explain why I utilize this service.

That I am not some prissy diva who refuses to get her hands dirty.

Here it goes.

Yes, I am home.

With a 4 year-old and a 2 year-old.

And no family support.

So it’s not like I can say, “Hey mom, can you watch the kids for an hour so I can run an errand?”

Most that have that luxury don’t appreciate it.

I also work from home.

I work a regular part-time (some weeks full-time) job as associate editor/lead writer at The Greek Star.

Which requires some serious creativity in work scheduling.

I’m also writing a book, and doing some other projects.

Then there’s the PTA.

I’m on the board and very involved in my older daughter’s school.

There are kid activities outside of school to coordinate and attend.

There’s spending time teaching my children things, playing with them and tending to their needs.

There’s laundry, cooking, every day cleaning and more.

Let’s not forget, I’m helping to care for my 80 year-old mother, who is not in the best of health.

Each day, I field calls from doctors and other service providers who are assisting us with Mom, so we don’t have to put her in a nursing home.

We live 30 miles away, which with Chicago traffic can be a one hour drive or two.

Sometimes I have to dash out there at a moment’s notice.

I am out at least once a week, coordinating her meds, collecting the mail and taking care of miscellaneous things.

I manage their affairs.

Last, but certainly not least, I am a wife.

Husbands require support, companionship, friendship…

So there are infinite demands on my time.

If I recall correctly, Marion Cunningham didn’t have these types of demands.

Even Claire Huxtable, a successful attorney and mom to a full brood, didn’t have these demands on her time.

Let’s remember that these were fictional moms, and so their lives were not rooted in reality.

My story is not unique.

Yet, I still feel like I have to explain what I do.

And like the moms in Alexa Aguilar’s article, I do cut corners elsewhere to allow for this, which some refer to as “luxury,” but many of us call, “piece of mind.”

Before I had kids, I got a manicure once a month.

I got my eyebrows waxed every 3 weeks.

I got my hair cut and colored every 6 weeks.

I worked out 4 days a week.

I shopped a lot and had great shoes and clothes.

I traveled.

Well, not so much these days.

That brings me to another topic.

Why do we always put ourselves last and don’t do things for ourselves?

But that’s a topic for another day.

Now, while I have 10 more minutes to myself today, I better to get to work.

Some say, “I wish there were more hours in the day.”

If there were, we’d be more tired.

And certainly more busy.

So, ladies.

LET YOURSELF OFF THE HOOK!

Who cares what anyone says or thinks?

Do what you have to do to make things work, for harmony in your house.

Why be miserable?

There’s always going to be someone who HAS to say something.

They can’t resist.

My money says that either their kids are older, or in day care (which is help by the way!) or maybe they don’t have any.

I could go on and on.

Forget ‘em.

You and your family are first and foremost.

So if some sort of hired help keeps your family running smoothly

By all means do it!

And don’t feel guilty.

You’re just one person.

And frankly, you have more important things to do than worry about what others think.

And clean the house.

Keep in mind that you’re doing your part to help the economy – providing jobs for others.

Oh! I better go throw in a load of laundry.

It’s always a juggle.

Do what works for you.

And feel good about it.

I’ve written before about my love for our Greek heritage and how I am passing down the traditions to my daughters.

We should be proud of where we come from.

If we don’t pass the traditions down to the next generation, they will be lost.

So celebrate your roots!

Holidays are a great time to get the kids together and begin teaching them about traditions.

Get them involved.

Make it fun.

This special time spent with our children – time together preparing foods, the home and ourselves, for that matter – should be at the top of our lists this season.

With a little extra time (and patience) we can teach our children these customs so they may continue them with their own families.

Kids learn by example; if we live it, they will live it.

These memories will last a lifetime.

The children will then share them with their own children.

These holiday preparations and celebrations are among my most cherished childhood memories.

Below, you’ll read about how I’m sharing our Greek culture and Orthodox Faith with my girls.

Perhaps some of the ideas for how to get them involved will help you think about how to share your traditions.

Start Them Young

Many parents involve their children from an early age. It’s important to start them young, as these traditions will be ingrained in them. They will come to expect them with great anticipation year after year.

Baking and Cooking

Boo, now 4, has been baking since she was 2. She looks forward to it. In fact, she can roll koulouria (Greek Easter cookies) with the best of them! She asked me at the start of Lent when we’d make these cookies, as well other sweets and tsourekia. She knows the time is approaching, and knows this is a fun way to prepare for Easter.  Last year, my then-one-year-old sat nearby in her high chair with some measuring spoons and cups, and was somewhat involved. She heard the stories we shared as we made our treats. This year, Bebs, 2, will get hands-on time. This provides the opportunity to explain about breaking the fast, the Easter celebration, and tales of my Easter celebrations as a child.

The girls also help with the cooking. They learn how to cook traditional dishes and it gives me a helping hand, too.

Eggs

On Holy Thursday, we color Easter eggs. This ritual allows us to discuss the symbolism of the red eggs: they are colored red to symbolize the blood that Jesus shed for us. Also, when we crack the eggs – a fun game for all – it’s symbolic of Christ emerging from the tomb. Additionally, the winner gets good luck for the year. Boo can’t wait to color the eggs. Her “job” is to shine them with oil after they’ve been boiled and cooled. 

Kyra Sarakosti

This is a fairly new tradition in our home; I didn’t learn this growing up. It’s a fun way for kids to track the weeks of Lent. Kyra Sarakosti – in paper doll form – is a nun. Her hands are together since she’s always praying. She has a tiny mouth, as she is fasting. Also, she has seven legs – one for each week of Holy Week. Each week, the children fold back a leg and count how many weeks until Easter. 

Preparing the House

As we prepare for a house-full of guests (or even not), we clean our homes – some call it spring cleaning – to usher in a new spirit, the renewal of life provided by spring. Put your little helpers to work! Make a game of it – who can finish first? Who’s room will be the neatest? Whoever does extra chores gets a prize. They can go through their toys and allocate ones to give to the poor. We do this a couple of times a year. This teaches them not only sharing, but also to give to those in need. Every time we do this, my four year-old says, “Every kid needs a toy.”

Preparing Ourselves

One of the most important things to share with our children is our Faith. During Lent, we should strive to take them to as many services as possible, especially the ones that are only celebrated at this time of the year.

Greek school and church retreats provide a fabulous opportunity for kids to learn with their peer, which not only is fun, but reinforces the messages; “my friends are doing it too. Girls can be mirofora (myrrhbearers); older boys can help carry the Epitaphio; younger boys can be altar boys. Engaging them in these first-hand experiences helps bring the Faith the life and provides greater meaning.

Read Easter stories during reading time. There are many books out there suitable for different age levels. Crucifixion may be too heavy a subject for a younger child, but they can understand that “bad people put Jesus on the Cross,” and that “He stayed there for us, because He loved us.”

Anastasi (Resurrection) is one of the most beautiful services in our Church. Bring them. Show them to hold their lambada (decorated Easter candle) with great joy, and sing the triumphant hymn, “Christos Anesti.”

The Celebration

The preparations are important, but so much takes place on Easter Day. From setting the tables, to passing out the eggs, to selecting the Greek music and dancing, there’s so much for kids to take part in and enjoy. These celebrations of faith, family and love are at the core of who we are. These festive occasions are for all of us, young and old.


Don’t Overstress

Keep explanations to an age-appropriate level. Don’t overwhelm the kids, or yourself. There are so many things to do in preparation for the holiday, and so many facets. Each family has their own traditions and rituals to impart. Start with simple explanations and build on their knowledge each year. These are but suggestions for getting started. Make it an enjoyable, yet informative time for all.

Happy Easter! Καλό Πάσχα!


This post was adapted from my article of the same name, in the special expanded Easter issue of The Greek Star.

Boo is 4 now, and grows more inquisitive each day.

Some days she comes up with questions that I never pondered myself.

I never felt the need to, I guess.

Ah, yes, we’re all different.

And she’s only 4.

So the world is a strange and wondrous place.

The other day we were in the car and she began asking questions.

Boo: Mommy, why are eyeballs smooth?

I’d never thought about this. Luckily an answer came quickly.

Mommy: So it doesn’t hurt when you blink.

I was pretty proud of myself. I thought it was a good answer!

Boo: How come they aren’t bumpy?

Mommy: Um, if they were bumpy, it would feel really weird when you close your eyes!

She laughed.

Boo: You’re right, Mommy!

Savor this moment, I thought.

It’s not often a kid tells you you’re right. Ha!

It became silent.

I thought the inquisition was over and then 5 minutes later, it started again.

Boo: Mommy, why aren’t eyeballs pointy?

Mommy: How would you close your eyes?

Boo: Oh yeah. Ha ha.

Each day, there’s a new set of questions.

Another day, she was asking about butterflies.

Boo: Mommy, why do butterflies have 4 wings?

Mommy: You know how you have 2 legs and 2 arms? It’s like the butterfly has two arms and legs. That’s how he’s made. Since he flies and doesn’t walk or hold things, God gave him wings to fly.

Boo: Cool!

Before I could savor my pride in this answer, another question came.

Boo: Mommy, why are butterflies colorful?

Mommy: Um, to make a beautiful show in the sky.

Boo: So it’s like a flying rainbow?

Mommy: Something like that.

Boo: Mommy, you’re so smart. How do you know all the answers?

Mommy: That’s what happens when you become a mommy.

Boo: So can I be a mommy today?

Mommy: No Sweetie, not today.

Boo: OK, so when can I be a mommy so I know everything?

Mommy: When you get bigger.

Boo: So when I’m bigger, God will put the babies in my belly when it’s time?

Mommy: Yes.

Boo: And you have to be a nifi (bride) first, right?

Mommy: Yes.

Boo: That’s so cool! Be a nifi in a princess dress, then you can be a mommy and get babies in your belly! YAY!

Good logic. I have to be quick on the draw with this kid!

Then she began to ask when I was going to be a mommy again.

We’ll save that one for another day.

Wonder what today’s questions will be…

It was diaper-changing time.

You know, that time of profound discussions between mother and child.

Boo came in the room, as I was finishing up with Bebs.

Somehow the question came up.

I can’t remember if a tantrum was brewing.

I don’t quite recall how the conversation started.

It’s that darned chemo brain!

Anyway, so we were discussing tantrums.

Why do little girls have tantrums?” I asked.

“It’s a monster,” Bebs replied.

It sure is a monster.

Then I asked, “So the monster comes and takes over?”

“The monster comes, and then you have a tantrum,” Boo explained.

I see.

How in the world do you get rid of this monster?

The explanations were many. So many that my head was spinning.

I can’t remember all of them.

The other day I asked the girls again about this monster.

Mom: Where does the monster come from?

Boo: He comes from outside.

Mom: And how does the monster get to you?

Boo: He sneaks in during the night, like a little creepy crawler, and it gets in you.

Mom: Then what?

Boo: Then it waits.

Bebs: It waits! A monster!

Mom: So what makes it come out?

Boo: We’re not quite sure.

Mom: How do you get rid of it?

Boo: You have to get a tissue really fast and blow your nose. If you don’t get it fast enough, it goes crazy.

Mom: I see. Well, that explains it!

Boo: Do you understand?

Mom: Yes. Is there a way to stop it from coming in, before it gets in you?

Boo: I’m not sure. But we’re working on it.

Mom: So you don’t like tantrums either?

Boo: No way!

Bebs: Not me.

Mom: We have to figure out how to keep the monsters away.

Boo: The answer may be in the snow.

Mom: Is that why there’s more snow today?

Boo: Yes, I ordered it.

Then they went off to play with their dolls.

There you have it.

I’ll let you know if the answer is indeed in the snow.

Or if we discover the key to keeping those little creepy crawly monsters out of the house.

She’s 4 you know, and she knows these things.

Wow.

I just thought of something.

If we figure that out, well…

We’ll be in touch.


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