Memories of a Coffee Mug

In my opinion, one of the greatest gifts we can give ourselves is a special memory—and there are so many as a parent! I also cherish moments from long ago. I love some of the most basic but reliable holiday traditions from my childhood and continue them as a parent myself, like wrapping eight small to medium Channukkah gifts for my kids and letting them choose one each night of that week after lighting candles. I’m sure other families do that too, but I can still picture them as a child under the buffet table behind the living room sofa…

Sometimes though, memories that come up during the holidays have little to do with the holiday itself

This morning, I happened to pull out the oldest mug we have in our cabinet. As I drank my coffee, I was transported back in time. Not by the smell of the coffee, but by the memories of that mug in another time in my life. It’s the last mug I have from a collection that used to belong to my grandparents. It’s not an interesting shape, doesn’t have a beautiful design, but it’s also not your ordinary coffee mug. It holds years and years of memories…

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