The other day, as Maggie & I were on my bed ready before flying out of town for the week, she asks me
"When you have a baby did you live with your mother?" I said yes. Then she asked: "when you were most important to you live with your mother?" Again, I answered yes. Then she said, "when you were …" she’s hand motions and the length of my body, now you live with me. "I agree. And then she said:" See Mom, I have good memories. "
Memories. I do not remember much of my childhood. We did not have many traditions for holidays, birthdays or anything really. I always felt like I was done.
Did you ever feel that life is a movie? When I was little, I thought my life was a movie and someone was always watching, so for myself or I bow to examine the eye and say something. In some respects, I feel like that. When things happen, I have this idea in the back of my mind that this would be really nice in a book or could make a great story to tell someday. And sometimes I look in the sun and I think this would be a big gamble photo.
I think the same thing about Maggie. All I do at the back of my head is "what kind of memory that I create for her." I think as parents it is our duty to make our children feel special. To feel like they get something in life that no one has ever had, or ever. All that is theirs and their alone. I finally found the gift … it is memory.
My hope is his memory is better than mine.
