In the quiet, contemplative, moments of my life, it crossed my mind, how did I become the older generation of my family? We are enjoying a cozy day in our home. I being the crazy mom decided we should have full on Christmas dinner just the five of us. As I was setting the table it occurred to me I have not completed this task, on my own, for years. I remember when I was delegated this chore, by the elder women of my family, attempting to keep me busy and out from under their feet. The kitchen was a flurry of family members orchestrating the perfect meal. I was the youngest during these gatherings, with too much energy and usually “starving”. My mom would guide me to the table with a handful of silverware, instructing me to ‘help get dinner ready’. I, in my childhood memories, would carefully set each piece of silver in its proper place. My little hands only able to carry a few spoons, forks, or knives at a time. Round and round the huge table I would walk, my mission clear. Now time has passed over me, blessing me with my own home, my own children, and a wisdom that only aging graces us with. As I laid each utensil next to each plate I remembered those precious moments of my youth. Embrace your yesterdays and live in your present. Merry Christmas eve, eve!