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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Forced Family Fun.

This past Saturday morning we got up early and went to the Minneapolis Farmers Market with my parents, little sister, aunt Janet and cousin Samantha. My mom and dad pretty much go to this every Saturday morning that my mom has been feeling up to it. H and I have joined in in the past as well, but the last time he was there he was small enough to be in the Baby Bjorn. So needless to say, it's been awhile.

I was really excited when my dad mentioned it on Friday because this was the first weekend in almost a month, that we were home.

They typically go right at 6am before the rush of the day begins but because they knew we'd be bringing three children they agreed to go a little later, 8am.
We had such a nice time. Tasting fresh fruits and veggies. Seeing all the fresh produce.
M and Samantha looking at flowers.
See that pink bag in M's hand. The Victoria's Secret bag has returned. Though this child has more purses and little bags than I have hairs on my head, she prefers to use this little pink bag to carry her 'coupons' (you never know what kind of farmer might take a coupon) and her money.

Of course, no trip to the Farmers Market with my dad would be complete without an early morning brat.

Yes, all these crazies had brats or hot dogs at 8 o'clock in the morning!!!


Not me. I held out for French Meadow Bakery.


After getting soaked in the rain and chilled by the cold air we went to Columbia Grounds coffee shop in Northeast to enjoy coffee and some indoor music.


We played a couple games of cards. Chatted. Watched H dance around to the music.

Just enjoyed being together.
Sorry about the glare...I can't get rid of it. This is my cousin Samantha and me. She's a sophomore in college.

My Daddio and My Mumsy


I was thinking about it later that day about how much we take our parents and families for granted when we are growing up, but then as soon as we have our own life and own family, we long to be with our parents again.

Remember when you were a teenager? For some reading this (myself included as I write this) it wasn't that long ago.


It wasn't that long ago that I thought that time with my parents/family was forced family fun.


When you're a teenager, your friends, your job, everything seems to rank higher than spending time with the people who have done the most for you. You are seemingly inconvenienced to do the slightest of things for these people considered your family.


It couldn't have just been me. Come on, now.


I, obviously, haven't parented or raised teenagers. But I dread it.


It's kind of like many other things in life.



We hurry up and we can't wait for this or that, and we rush through like always thinking whatever is next will be better. Instead of enjoying the moment. Living life.


Once I was out of high school and away from my parents, all of a sudden I appreciated them so much more. I missed them. I wished for more time to spend shopping with my mom and golfing with my dad.


Once I was out of college, working, newly married, I appreciated them even more. I missed watching the Amazing Race and enjoying my mom's cooking.


Now having children, I can't even tell you how much I appreciate them. I miss having someone else take care of everything for me! I love just sitting at their house on the patio watching the kids run around.
This picture was from my Aunt Laurie's visit two weeks ago.
I love days like Saturday where we are out and about just having fun.
What would have been considered forced family fun years ago, is now fun, period.


Reminds me of the old Joni Mitchell song, "Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got til it's gone."

I suppose it is like most things in life, a lesson you wouldn't have learned unless you could live through it.

However, if I could, I would go back in time, when my attitude was peaked and my priorities out of wack. If I could go back I'd make a few little changes.

And in turn, appreciate a little more of this forced family fun.

9 Comments:

Anonymous Kimmie D said...

Samara, I have to ask you to please stop reading my mind. Now that my mom is gone I often think about what I missed as a self-absorbed teenager, and what I can never get back. Even when she was sick I didn't pay enough attention to what was happening. How wonderful that you can realize these things now while you have precious time. And as for the teenagers thing..."I, obviously, haven't parented or raised teenagers. But I dread it." I looked at my husband the just yesterday and said "We're going to have teenagers!?!?!?!" He looked at me like I was crazy and said "Yes, our kids will grow." I explained that I was ready to have a baby, and can handle a toddler, but I'm not sure how to deal with a kid who is taller than me, will crash our cars and will need to be told to get off the phone and be forced to eat a meal with us. He has assured me that as they grow bigger, I will grow as a parent, but I'm suddenly not sure what I got myself into! Thanks again for the blog that is like looking in a mirror.

August 21, 2007 at 9:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, enjoy the time now. Ok !

i love all lots
Daddio's

August 21, 2007 at 11:15 AM  
Blogger melissa said...

drooled at the farmer's market portion. cried about family while reading your words. love and peace to you all...

August 21, 2007 at 11:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I always enjoy the farmers mkt, it is so much for the eyes to take in and people watching is always enjoyable as well. Of course, it was even more enjoyabale as we had some of our children and grandchildreen with us. Perhaps some Saturday it can be all of us! And where else can you get such great brats and hot dogs? Love Mumsy

August 21, 2007 at 12:02 PM  
Anonymous linda said...

You have such a great way of putting things in perspective! I agree so much with this, and now having my own child, I just want someone to come and ask how I am doing! I know that everything has a season, and I am also not looking forward to teenagers. Jacob and I have decided to just feed them all tons of twinkies and lock them in their rooms!

August 21, 2007 at 12:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I to Loved the Brat's. They were the best, Everyone looked like they were having a great time, sorry I missed the week, I just came into town a bit early. I did love my time,can't wait to do it again.

Love you allm you are missed very much
Auntie Laurie

August 21, 2007 at 6:15 PM  
Blogger The Lindahl News said...

Did you come up with the phrase "Forced Family Fun" and if,so, it really catches most of our pasts as part of a family unit!

Now, I find that my family times are the sweetest times. I so enjoyed seeing you out and about with yours at the Farmer's Market.

Savor, savor, savor! (But, I do think you are on the right track by not eating a hot dog or brat at 8:00 AM.)

August 21, 2007 at 10:14 PM  
Blogger Megasue said...

These days I often wish I could force my family to have some "forced family fun" once in a while. Be so thankful for those times Simplicity...for I feel they are few and far between for most people.

August 22, 2007 at 9:09 PM  
Blogger LeRoy Dissing said...

I also find it amazing how much smarter our parents become as we age into our twenties. Where did they get all that wisdom when we thought we knew everything as a teen and thought our parents were dinasours? At least we all hopefully live long enough to appreciate those closest and dearest to us....a great post!

August 22, 2007 at 10:47 PM  

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