Friday, January 22, 2010
When my mom moved last year, I got custody of a number of large plastic bins containing artifacts from my childhood. Handling the toys and books and records belonging to much-younger-me, so many childhood memories resurfaced. My first hazy recollections are from my third and fourth year.
Bob will be four years-old in May and I wonder what he will remember from this time in his life.
Bob, will you remember…
…the sound of the flock of wild parrots that flies over our house everyday around four o’clock?
…playing the drums with your father?
…the weight of my bracelets that you like to pull out of the jewelry dish and line up on the windowsill?
… this week’s preferred reading: Llama Llama Misses Mama?
…the sweet dog that follows you around the house?
…the fish mobile that swims in the air above your room?
…the words to the Wonder Pets theme song?
…chasing waves on the empty beach?
...the Enchanted Railroad at Descanso Gardens?
…your great grandmother Sylvia playing the violin in our living room?
...rainy day hot cocoa?
...our secret handshake?
…falling asleep during dinner in a booth at the coffee shop?
Will you remember the feel of your quilts, the sound my shoes make on the wood floors, the smell of the redwood tree near the driveway?
I realize I have no say in this matter, and you really don’t either, but I hope they are all good things. I really do.
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