Memories are a like a stroll through a familiar place where each turn resonates smiles, laughter, and sometimes tears.

The little boy in the picture is my grandson, Christian. He was four at the time at the time of this picture. Christian is now twenty-two and a senior at the United States Naval Academy.  He is Captain of the Men’s Gymnastic Team and an academic scholar.

Let me set up the scene for this picture. Eighteen years ago, I married a wonderful man at Christmas time. I was a widow for several years when a gentleman entered my life and changed my lonely heart into an adventurous heart desiring love again.

It was a lovely wedding, decorated for my favorite holiday. Everyone was in a festive mood, dancing, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.  And then, all eyes were on Christian. First, he sang to Mr. and Mrs. Claus. ( They seemed to really enjoy being entertained!) Then, Christian danced with each one; not once but several times. He put on a great show; one I will never forget.  But dancing and singing with Santa and his lovely wife is not the real story. Read on to find out the real meaning of Monday Memories.

As I scanned the picture of Christian, memories floated in and around my heart. Some made me happy, and some brought back a tinge of sadness. Memories have a way of juggling our feelings, of keeping loved ones close to us, and are part of who we are. My memories of Christian growing up have taught me valuable lessons. Lessons I try to live every day of my life. 

When Christian was a little boy he was very compassionate to my mother, his great-grandmother, who was known as Nanny.  He was gentle with her as she aged and cried when she passed.

The memory of him walking on his hands in her apartment brings a smile to my face. Then, a tear to my eyes as my heart wishes she was still with us. 

As Christian grew up he was involved in every sport. When I attended his games, I saw the same compassion he always had for his family, friends, and teammates. What a role model he was and still is. Memories fill my heart with pride for a young man who reached out to make a difference. But also, brings a tear when I think of my late husband, his grandfather who is missing out on the lessons that Christian is teaching everyone he meets. (Somehow I think his grandfather knows)

As an adult, Christian stills continues reaching out to help others with enthusiasm, and encouragement. He is a born leader, strong in his convictions and compassionate to those who need it. He is humble beyond belief.  It’s the memories that fill my heart with sunshine when I am missing him. 

Dear Readers,

Over the years, Christian has taught me how important compassion and kindness really are. The two together can make a big difference in someone’s life. He taught me how precious life is and to enjoy each day. 

Isn’t it funny how a little picture from long ago has the ability to touch our hearts, swirl our feelings and take us on a wonderful journey? Memories are lessons waiting to happen. Enjoy them, learn from them, then make some more with your family and friends. I guarantee your heart will thank you! 







Published by cynthiajeandeluca

My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.

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