We all have memories from when we were young – some stronger and more poignant than other ones.
And it’s not that we remember every little thing – just the significant parts, the meaningful parts – the funny, hilarious parts, the sad parts, the frightening parts.
And then there’s always the memory that just pops up out of nowhere – and we wonder aloud – why would I ever remember that?
So our children, unaware, are busy collecting memories everyday – and in times like these, we wonder – what will they remember about now?
For in spite of our limited mobility, our need to stay close to home, our social distancing, families are closer than ever – and memories are being made.
I’ve been reading a chapter or two from a book every day during the week on Face Time to my 5-year-old grandson, Theo. It’s such a meaningful time personally for me. Sharing the adventures in a book with someone else creates a certain bond.
I’m hoping this might be one of Theo’s good memories.
When routines and connections are disrupted – and we are all figuring out our best selves to get us through – to flow from one settled peaceful mood to another mood of worries, stress, and uncertainty – all in one morning – is learning to live differently.
And we need to appreciate and be gentle with ourselves and our children in that this is new for all of us – and trust that the simplicity imposed on us will show us the way – to connect, to laugh, to feel, to imagine – even to be bored.
Yet making memories – like no other.