Family Time, Storytelling
Leave a Comment

First memories

“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” – Annie Dillard

One of the first stories I remember my husband telling me when we first met was how, as a baby, he was incredibly frustrated that he couldn’t reach the mobile above his crib.  His memory is unusually long, at least compared to mine, and that’s just one example.  Fast forward a few years (despite my husband’s vow not to subject his children to similar frustration), our son has a mobile.  Although perhaps in solidarity with his father, he’s never really taken to it.

What's Daddy doing?

What's Daddy doing?

What's Daddy doing?

When my husband recounts an early childhood memory (which is rather frequent), I often wonder what our son’s earliest memories will be.  If he takes after me, he likely won’t remember anything from now at 14 months.  But I do like to imagine he’ll have some inklings from his time as a toddler.  Warm and fuzzy feelings, I hope.  Maybe snippets of early autumn days like this, when the weather is still warm enough to enjoy the first leaves that fall.

Leaf showerLeaf shower

Leaf shower

Maybe he’ll remember the sun on his skin and the colors of the leaves.

Hmm...what's going on over there?

Let's go find out.

Maybe I can help?

20141018-DSC_0411

He’s so much fun to watch at this age.  I’m sure I’ll say that at every age, as I have all along, but it’s so rewarding to watch him collect new information and then see what he does with it.

20141018-DSC_0512

We may not be able to spend every day like this, but I hope of his childhood memories, days like this rise to the top.

Watching

Raking leaves with Daddy

Prompted by the Daily Post – Reverse Shot.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s