Every morning, during the work week, I hug my family good-bye, wish them a great day, tell them I love them and to my girls I tell them I will see them when they get off the bus in the afternoon. I leave them to get dressed, brush teeth and eat breakfast with their Daddy; then I go into the garage to get in the van and leave to go to work. Every morning that I do this I see a little green bowl on some shelves. How that little green bowl got there or what it is currently being used for, I don't know. I do know, however, what it was used for once upon a time.
That bowl was once used to mix the first rice cereal my girls would eat. The bowl graduated to holding such precious items as sweet potatoes, pears, peas, plums and eventually cheerios and puffs. It's a bowl that brings these memories back to my mind and to my heart every morning that I get into my van. It's something that reminds me of where we once were, where we are now, and think of where we are going.
The little green bowl has strangely become part of my morning routine. It's become a comfort to me and makes me smile. Although some days I would like to hit a rewind button and have that bowl back in my cupboard I enjoy it on the shelf. As I said before I don't know what it's current use is, but I know the warmth it brings to my heart. While it was once used to help me nourish my children, it now helps to nourish my soul.
