As the prospective resident and I sat in the dining room together and enjoyed dessert, she told me about her son and a special dessert he enjoyed as a child. Decades ago, modern conveniences like prepared foods were not the norm. Housewives had to make what we consider to be easily obtainable food items from scratch.
Her son’s favorite after-school dessert, she noted, was vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup. While she could purchase vanilla ice cream, the chocolate syrup was another story. She had to make that from cocoa powder. And the recipe was of such proportions that a small green pitcher she owned was the perfect size from which to dispense it.
Years, past, time went on, he moved away from home and eventually married to raise children of his own. Still, however, even his wife knew that his favorite dessert was vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup. Now, however, even that syrup could be readily purchased pre-mixed, and available with a simple squeeze—except for that one day.
When he arrived home, much the same as he had as a schoolboy many years before, his wife asked if he’d like some vanilla ice cream. “Sure,” he said, before asking, “Do we have any chocolate syrup?” I think I can find some, she replied.
Sitting down to the table, he was greeted by a bowl of vanilla ice cream. And a familiar small, green pitcher filled with chocolate syrup that his wife had made from scratch. From a recipe that his mother had once lovingly had followed and passed along with the pitcher from so many years ago.
Time may pass and a lot of things may change along the gray mile. One thing, however, will remain constant. That’s a mother’s love for her children—no matter how old those children are.