Thursday, June 3, 2010

Memories

I don’t remember the big moments from childhood. I know they happened because I’ve heard the stories, seen the footage, memorized the pictures. But my actual memories are of moments much smaller and seemingly uneventful. I recall the way things felt and looked to me at the time, and when I dwell on them they play back like an indie film full of random scenes.

The scratch of my dads beard on my cheek. I giggle and turn my face.

my mom rinsing the shampoo out of my hair with a plastic cup, and the warm water runs over my head and face... her long fingernails gently scratching my back before bed. I feel safe.

My blue and green flannel nightgown that matched my moms. I would tuck my legs up under it in the winter time to keep warm.

rain falling on the windshield on the way home from gymnastics class on an autumn evening. My dad is asking me something and I am staring out the window watching the street lights overhead.

the taste of a watermelon jolly rancher at the swimming pool, I am standing in a towel dripping wet, and can hardly reach my hands over the counter to pay my 5 cents.
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I think about these images more often as I care for James.

When he is in his 20’s he might not be able to tell you what it was like to say “truck” for the first time, he might not even remember his first day of school, or his first glimpse of the ocean. But I think...maybe one day when he is lonely or drifting his mind will default back to some foggy memory of a blankie scrunched up on his face, his own papa’s scratchy beard, the comforting feel of warm water down his back, the sound of my voice singing a lullaby... maybe.

My days are filled with such mundane, normal moments. Yet, it might be these very moments that he remembers.

4 comments:

Jenna Davis said...

one of my most distinct childhood memories is jolly ranchers at ray edwards too - we were such pool rats:)

Heather said...

Hello! A friend just directed me to your blog because I am doing this "Live with Flair" project that tries to find extraordinary meaning (God moments) in common, mundane things. I loved your post today because it resonates with that very challenge! Thanks! http://livewithflair.blogspot.com/2010/06/flair-in-terrible-storm.html

ROFO said...

Oh, childhood memories ! I wish I can go back and live them again

http://lovers-shore.blogspot.com/

The Mrs. said...

What a great post and so true! Mundane moments are easier to get through with thoughts like this!