In kindergarten, my teacher asked us to bring in a recipe for the favorite meal our mom’s made us so she could make us a class cookbook.
For me, I proudly presented a recipe for a peanut butter sandwich. The recipe was simple:
Two pieces of white bread, crust cut off (sometimes)
Jiffy peanut butter spread on bread... (Now for the magic) Draw a heart in the peanut butter before pressing the slices of bread together!
I was so proud, even though my mom felt sort of silly that I would be turning in something so simple.
Honestly, I was a super picky eater, and resources were often scarce in our house. Peanut butter sandwiches were always a safe option...as long as jelly was no where in sight!
Why am I sharing this story you ask? Because it sparked a ritual of connection between her and I.
To this day, over 30 years later, I love peanut butter sandwiches and never miss the opportunity to add the magic heart ingredient.
You can see from my english muffin this morning that my heart started to melt into the bread, which to me is a reminder of two things:
My intention of love has infused the food I am about to nourish myself with.
Life’s impermanence. Nothing stays the same for long, which is where the value of ritual comes in—to consistently bring our intention top of mind and allow us to remember the love and goodness our loved ones left us with, always.
What are your small rituals and memories that keep your person close in your heart?