As I posted yesterday, we went to MegaCon in Orlando, today. I lied to my grandson when I picked him up from school. I told him his mom's car was flaking out! I let him sleep in a bit this morning, then told him I had errands to run with his uncle. He was fooled until we got about two thirds of the way there, then he recognized the route. It was a great time for three people who enjoy each other, enjoy sci-fi and video games and anime and the arts and crafts it spawns.
So, what's that all to do with preparing for hard times?
|aliens having a good time rolling dice!|
The good memories get us through the hard times. Who has ever buried a loved one and sat talking of the one time that person was rude? We remember them as we want to remember them and hang on to the good memories as long as we can.
Today, I gave my grandson something to hang onto when hard times may try to rip him apart. We talked and laughed and he shared a memory of his grandma who passed last year. The reason he enjoyed shooting the Nerf gun at the fully armored Star Wars Storm Trooper is because his Grandma Sandy used to play Nerf guns with him and she wasn't afraid to take a hit. The trooper reminded him of her. He told us how once she took a fall over a couch and swore him to secrecy because it lacked a certain grace. He laughed and shook his head. He's ten. He has Grandma Sandy in a good place in his mind.
Today, my son and I had good talks about where we were, the movies we have seen together, the time I took him and his brother out of school for a "Dr.s" appointment that turned out to be an episode of Star Wars when there were only six people in the audience and none of his friends could see the film till the weekend. Apparently, they became the envy of their classmates. Good Times!
The best part of that memory was also, he and his brother did not know we were poor because we had so much.
I don't know how you are going to do it with your family but, go, make a memory to warm a heart against hard times.