Once, I was feeding my daughter with a spoon, playing our favorite “little airplane” game. She was about three years old then, her eyes sparkling with joy as she giggled each time the spoon “flew” to her mouth. Suddenly, she turned to me with a thoughtful smile and said, “Mom, I played the little airplane game with my daughter too.”
I blinked, amazed. “When did that happen?” I asked, curious and a bit puzzled.
She smiled mysteriously and said, “It was a long time ago, Mom. You weren’t even born yet.”
For a moment, I just stared at her, realizing that some games—and the love behind them—might just fly through time itself, connecting generations in the sweetest, most unexpected ways.
