Cookies from Oma’s Kitchen

For my birthday this year, I received a wonderful cookie jar that says “Enjoy cookies from Oma’s Kitchen”.  It conjured up wonderful memories of special moments shared with my grandmothers in their kitchens.  Whether I was helping with the dishes, helping them make something like cookies, or I was just sitting at the kitchen table while they were doing something, it always seemed to be the times we had our best talks.

Subjects would come up naturally in the process of whatever was going on, and they both always seemed interested in what I had to say.  Both of my grandmothers, although strict disciplinarians, were very tender and loving.  I can still feel now, how good I felt after talking with them.  It was like I was the most important person in the world to them.  They never made me feel like anything I said was silly or childish.  As a matter of fact, they seemed to be interested in anything I had to say!  (Of course I understand now, as a grandparent myself, it’s a lot easier to be an attentive listener when you aren’t the parent doing it 24/7!  I also understand after being a parent, that the time I spent with my grandparents gave my parents some well deserved time off!)

When spending time with my grandchildren, I try to remember those times with my grandmothers, and how they made me feel.  I want them to have the same sweet, warm memories of their Oma (German for grandmother) that I treasure to this day of my own grandmothers.  It seems harder to do these days though. Times are different.  (And now that I’ve made statements like that, it’s obvious I’m old  enough to be a grandparent!)  But seriously, with modern conveniences and electronic entertainment, the numerous school activities and sports children can participate in, families spread out in different states, and a lot of grandparents still in the workforce, like this innkeeper, those “natural” times I had with my grandmothers are a lot harder to come by. 

But  it is doable, and I’m trying my best to make it happen whenever and however I can.  As a matter of fact, the cookie jar also sparked an idea – a new category to add to our blog . . .Cookies from Oma’s Kitchen.  I’m going to try very hard to use the blog to share thoughts and feelings as they come up naturally that I want to share with my grandchildren.  They may not get to hear it naturally at that moment in time, but at least it will help me remember to tell them – another time. And who knows, maybe sharing some of the warm and sweet thoughts of them that come from Oma’s kitchen, may spark some of our best talks ever!

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