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Tuesday, August 21, 2018
The Spice of Life
Back to school can be a very nostolgic time for mom's of adult children. I find myself reading posts written as my kids were heading off on fall adventures all over again. This one conveys the nervous excitement of sending my eldest off to dental school, and the desire to do what I could to be of some use.
Over the course of the next several weeks we will be helping our first born set up her first apartment. The dental school has made it abundantly clear that their program is meant to be a full-time pursuit, and they don’t anticipate the students will be working jobs concurrently with their studies. This means her living expenses will be covered by student loans for the next four years.
I hate debt, so the thought of borrowing just to live makes me shudder. I have been looking for all the ways we can help her limit spending as she establishes her own little home. After all, we really have more than enough. So, we have been shuffling furniture, kitchen supplies, sheets and other sundry items her way.
This week I hit the pantry and the spice cabinet to stock her non-perishable items and staples. As I packed item after item into bags I had to smile at the thought of her using the things. I mixed spices into old shakers to give her the blends she likes when her dad grills burgers or I make Grandma Susie’s spaghetti sauce.
I sighed as I filled Boy Scout and Girl Scout tins with flour and sugar, and wondered how those Scouts could be heading out into the world so soon. Has it been so long since they sold me these tins of popcorn and mints?
The spice cabinet was filled with several sugar sprinkle containers half to a quarter full of the same kinds of sprinkles. When I worked at the church I had the children decorate holiday cookies for Ronald Mc Donald House, and the project called for many shakers for all the helping hands. I suppose last Christmas is the last Christmas for that tradition as well. So, I combined like sprinkles into single containers, then washed and filled the empties with spices for the new apartment.
So many times in life the new brings with it an ending to the old. In the pouring and filling of containers, I fought periodic waves of sadness at the passing of what had been. For the most part, I felt the anticipation and expectation for what was about to come. After all, I told myself as I measured the oregano and black pepper, change is the spice of life.