There's a song about memories, pressed between the pages of my mind, I think. I have vivid memories of listening to that song in the car on the way to summer school with my mom and brother and being very sure that it said "pressed between the pages of my bible". I thought that made fine sense since most people I know have a ridiculous amount of things stuck in the pages of their Bibles. I lost my *favorite* Bible about 2 years ago. Gone with out a trace. It breaks my heart, I lost it once before for about a year and when I found it under the couch I cried. I mean, I broke down. I have so many precious notes, letters from people I love, irreplaceable things. When aforementioned Bible didn't show up when we moved, I resigned myself to the fact that it was just gone. So sad. I need to just buck up and start over..[edit: I FOUND MY BLUE BIBLE!!!! Actually, John found it, but I was so happy!! It was up in the balcony at our church building under the communion table. Yeah, I didn't look there.]..that's not really what I was thinking when I started typing! Here's what I was thinking:
Will is almost 2! I have been thinking a lot lately about what his first memory will be. You know that not super clear memories that you have from your earliest childhood that stick in your mind forever? I hope for my sake that it's not some kind of fight that we get in over morning oatmeal, or a time out for hitting me with a toy bat. I hope it's one of those precious moments that he will have in the "pages of his mind" forever like reading bedtime stories with us or playing chase in the living room and laughing wildly.
I have a really clear memory of sitting in my moms lap on the floor of the house I was born in with no furniture around and I think she was telling me that we were going to our new house. I even remember the positions we were sitting in, it probably wasn't anything special at the time, just moving day. But can you imagine holding your child and knowing at that instant that it was going to be their first memory??? Crazy. So make every moment count and yada yada, but how can you really do that?! I mean, real life people! Sometimes Will screams at me for the silliest things and I get really frustrated! I hope his little mind knows to file those memories under "irretrievable".
Will is almost 2! I have been thinking a lot lately about what his first memory will be. You know that not super clear memories that you have from your earliest childhood that stick in your mind forever? I hope for my sake that it's not some kind of fight that we get in over morning oatmeal, or a time out for hitting me with a toy bat. I hope it's one of those precious moments that he will have in the "pages of his mind" forever like reading bedtime stories with us or playing chase in the living room and laughing wildly.
I have a really clear memory of sitting in my moms lap on the floor of the house I was born in with no furniture around and I think she was telling me that we were going to our new house. I even remember the positions we were sitting in, it probably wasn't anything special at the time, just moving day. But can you imagine holding your child and knowing at that instant that it was going to be their first memory??? Crazy. So make every moment count and yada yada, but how can you really do that?! I mean, real life people! Sometimes Will screams at me for the silliest things and I get really frustrated! I hope his little mind knows to file those memories under "irretrievable".
My cousin in law calls those first memories crystallized memories. She's in a child psychology class. Her first memory is dancing around with her mom to some pink floyd song I think. It's pretty cute. So here's hoping that his subconscious takes a snap shot of the good times. Like putting together the choo-choo track that he's brought over to me :)
Happy New Year, y'all!!!
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