I feel extremely blessed that when I reflect back on my childhood, I get flooded with happy memories (for the most part). I grew up in a 100 year old cottage out in the woods with parents who struggled to make ends meat and hated each other most of the time. Regardless, I only really remember the happy moments (until puberty kicked in, that is). It’s a great reminder to me that even though I didn’t have a fancy house or a lot of money or even a great relationship example in front of me, I still grew up loving life and ended up in a place I am proud of. We don’t need to be given the world to be happy.
In terms of my very first childhood memories, nothing epic stands out. Here are a few flashes that pop into my head every now and then…
- I remember tugging on my momma’s pant leg in the kitchen and then running to the couch and sticking my legs up in the air to get my diaper changed. No joke.
- I remember getting my photo taken on Santa’s lap when I was 2 years old. My mom and the woman behind the camera were making funny faces at me and doing everything to try to make me smile. I literally remember feeling embarrassed and wondering why the heck they were acting so weird. I kept a stone cold face for that year’s pic.
- I remember getting left at the ski hill’s daycare center while my parents and brothers went skiing. I had just became potty trained and I remember having to poo SO bad, but being too scared to ask the daycare teacher for help. I bet you know what ended up happening. Yep, I pooped my pants. Nobody noticed until we got all the way home and I told my mom. I remember feeling super happy to be home and getting changed into clean clothes. Random, huh?!
With memories like these, I’m wondering what long term memories my kiddos are already forming! Ha! Besides these vivid flashes, I have many fond memories of playing out in the woods for hours on end, riding my bike down bumpy dirt roads and making mud pies, and eating dinner on TV trays while the whole family watched TV (we never once sat around the table and ate family dinners together, but I’m ok with that). In the summer we spent lots of time at the lake and river with annual trips to visit family in California. In the winters we skiied together. While I would never want to raise my kids in the home I grew up in or for them to have to deal with the struggles my parents went through, I hope they end up with even half the happy memories I have of growing up.
Is that me or Leila?
A big THANKS and shout out to my friend Becky from A Lazy Crazy Life for the blog post prompt! I’m passing through a little episode of writer’s block this week, so I posted on my Facebook page for idea suggestions. (Don’t worry Megan, I’ll get my DIY on soon!)