There are times in our lives we miss – treasure them
Wherever you find yourself in life now you probably experience what I refer to as “things I miss most in life” moments.
There is a picture in my office from about 10 years ago. The photo is of my son, then eight years old, not just sitting on my lap, but resting against my chest like it was the safest and happiest place he could be at that moment. I miss that.
I have watched golf on television now for more than 35 years, but watching the PGA Championship recently brought back vivid images of sitting silently next to my grandfather as together we watched Jack Nicklaus win another match, and how my grandpa would get so excited about how great Jack had played that weekend. I miss my grandfather, and I miss those times spent with him.
When my oldest daughter was first born, her mom took on a part-time job in the evenings, leaving the bathing, feeding, and putting my daughter to sleep all to me. I am not bragging here but this may have been the job that I was really placed on this earth to do because it was something I was really, really good at.
My daughter and I, newborn as she was would go to the gym, I would walk her home through the park in a wagon instead of a stroller, and we would fall asleep on the floor watching baseball. She was a huge baseball fan at nine months old. These were the greatest nights of my life and I miss them terribly.
If you are a regular reader of this column you know that ice cream is a huge part of my life. I really did have my children believing that my doctor had written a prescription for me, requiring me to have at least one serving of ice cream per day. I love nothing more than a local, mom and pop owned, old-fashioned ice cream parlor. The good news is that our local ice cream shops, along with Dairy Queen, Marble Slab, and Cold Stone all seem to accept the same “prescription” so I am in good shape. Life is better with ice cream, and I would miss any of my “dispensaries” if they disappeared.
For the better part of the past 15 years I have traveled extensively for work. My youngest daughter is 15, and very soon will be 16. Her energy, her spirit, her zest for life has been ever present in our lives, especially as a precocious little girl who would come up with one liners that would leave the family in tears laughing. In this past year I have found myself traveling even more than expected, and I miss her dinner time gems that just seem to come so naturally.
Growing up I spent most weekends involved in some kind of family event. It could have been an aunt’s birthday, a cousin’s christening, my grandparents’ anniversary, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, Mother’s Day, Sunday Church, family reunion barbecues, or any reason just to get the whole clan together. The adults would talk and play cards, and the kids would all play games like tag, hide-n-seek, and other non-electronic or digital games. We simply spent time just being together and we loved it. I miss those days.
All the things I miss most have something to do with family and close friends and nothing to do with technology. As fantastic as technology is – I am a believer in and user of technology – I think it has compromised what I value most. I love that I can text and Skype and e-mail with everyone close to me when I travel. However, I fantasize about stolen moments and even days where we leave our cell phones, laptops, computers, video games, and just the noise of today in exchange for the warmth, love, and joy of just being with one another for the simple sake of just being with one another. I miss that the most.
Thanks again for all of your e-mails – I would love to hear what you miss most at firstname.lastname@example.org and together let’s make it a better than good week.
Michael Norton is a strategic consultant, business and personal coach and motivational speaker, and CEO of http://www.candogo.com. He writes a weekly motivational column for the Vail Daily.