Poppies, puppies, and poopy
I don't really think I understood the significance of Memorial Day as a kid. It was just a long weekend we didn't go to school. I knew that it had something to do with the Army (back then all branches were the "Army") and that my father served (that's how he met my mother) and separated before my first solid memories formed.
Now that I've served in the Air Force, there is a different association with Memorial Day. Still a day of family, but now with my extended family from generations past.
In remembrance we've made Memorial Day poppies every year since we opened Wishing Tree. This year was no different with the exception of poopy and puppy being sung in rounds. It's one of those moments where you decide should I focus on the "true" meaning or the current joy.
What to do? I decided to focus on the current joy hoping that they'll eventually grasp the significance and connect the two. They'll drag out those memories of poopy puppy flowers from long ago and think, "I didn't know it at the time, but I was doing something for those who sacrificed for me and it was good." If not, we shared some
Happy Memorial Day in honor of those who served and sacrificed.