The other night I picked up Brody from school a bit earlier than usual, and it was still light outside. This was quite unusual for Brody, and he was telling me how "night time coming," and asking "where moon?" etc.
We were in the car driving, and I was explaining to him that when the sun sets, the moon rises, and then it's nighttime. I was having a distinct Profound Parenting moment, and really felt that this was A Moment in Brody's life: how he learned about sunsets and moon rises.
Until he asked me from the back seat, "What you talkin' 'bout, mommy?"
Obviously, I was alone in my Profundity (yeah, I had to look it up).
It got me thinking at what stage and what age a child remembers. And what my favorite childhood memories are, and what Brody's will be.
My favorite memories of my parents are jumping into my mom's arms on the stairwell landing in the house on Hawthorne. I'd stand on the top step, she'd be about 3-4 steps below on the landing. I'd fling myself at her, and she'd catch me. I think I was about 2.
With my dad, my favorite memory are falling asleep on top of him after I cut my arm open climbing the chicken wire fence in our backyard and had stitches (no, we didn't have chickens and I'm not sure why we had chicken wire). I think I was about 4 or 5? (Mom? Sisters? Anyone know when Eric graduated high school?)
Another memory of my dad is when I broke my leg in first grade (yes, I was a bit accident prone. In my defense, Chris Osborn dared me to jump off the slide at Mason. I, being a clever lass, told him he had to go first. He did and landed in a giant mud puddle. I knew I'd catch hell for being muddified, so when I jumped, I jumped past the mud puddle, and therefore, farther than he did. Hence, fractured leg. But I didn't get muddy). Anyway, I actually remember this episode quite a bit because of dealing with Brody and his challenges using his hands and arms.
My elementary school was two floors, with no elevators. When I had the thigh high plaster cast, I refused to use my crutches. I was scared. As a result, my dad carried me up and down the stairs at Mason and at home, for I don't know how long.
One night, at home, I was in our living room. I had to go to the bathroom. Really bad. I asked my dad to take me.
I was, naturally, outraged. I had to pee!! Bad! He told me to use my crutches if I had to go so badly.
Fuming about his betrayal, I did it. Slowly, but surely, I walked myself to the bathroom. And I was so proud of 8 year old myself.
But it wasn't a favorite moment of mine until I had Brody. Now that I'm a parent of a child with no radius bones and 8 fingers, I think a lot about that moment, when my father made me, literally, walk on my own two feet and how hard that must have been for him.
And that example has guided me at times when I have made Brody, literally, use his own two hands to accomplish a task, even when all I wanted was to just do it for him.
(I just cannot write a short post, can I?)
So my question is, what are the moments of your childhood that you remember or think about most? If you have had children, have your favorite memories changed?