Growing up in my house we learned a lot of things and we did a lot of things. I remember the big events and holiday traditions we did, but what surprises me are some of the simple things I remember. Like when we would sleep in as kids my mom was notorious for the flipping on and off the lights...and if that didn't work we got the spray bottle. Or the songs my mother would sing to me as a child, I know I'm not the only one of my sisters that sang them for their babies. But those memories are somewhat intangible. Then I remember Mason Jars.
My mother always canned delicious foods for us to enjoy during the long winter months, but during the summer those jars had another purpose...watering her offspring. Instead of cups my mom would fill Mason jars and request that they be drunk in the span of a few hours only to be filled and drained again in a few hours. I myself use a glass or a water bottle nearly every time, but Mason jars of water can still be found on the counter tops of my parents kitchen...and that is simply how it is.