At an early age, my parents were excited to invest in the lives of their grandchildren. One of the things the kids did when they visited “MeeMaw and Papa’s” house was make popcorn. Ya know. The air popped kind that you could see through the top and watch it pop. They would catch the unpopped kernels and throw them back in, hoping they would yield more fluffy popcorn. After it was done, there would be an array of things they would sprinkle on top. Seasoned Salt. Old Bay. Butter. It’s funny how many spices they experimented with. Many times too many flavors with a whole lot of spice. But most of the time just right.
One holiday season while walking through the mall, we found a popcorn bucket ornament that recorded a message. So we purchased it and corralled the boys to record a special message for Papa. “Let’s make popcorn”, they said. My dad was touched and it still hangs on their tree when they decorate for the holidays. I love precious times you can capture and hold them like “time in a bottle” for years to come. We can now press the button on the ornament and listen to their little voices.
Looking back on this “event” makes me realize, it wasn’t the act of dragging out the air popper or the plink of the unpopped kernels hitting the bowl. It wasn’t the crunchy popcorn or the special cabinet of spices. It was the time. The kids asked to pop some corn and my dad joyfully hoisted them up to the counter one by one and invested time in talking things through. Talking about their little worlds. He found joy in stirring up the wonders of science and congratulating their job well done in patiently waiting for perfect results. Yeah, I’m grateful for the time family invested into their lives. Our boys have been blessed with parents/grandparents that wanted to love on the next generation. Or shall I say, share their addictions. 🙂
To this day both our boys love popcorn and doctoring it up with their spice of choice.
Thanks mom for sharing the pictures from your awesome scrapbooks. I love you!