Misty Watercolor Memories


As I watched my kids play with friends at the beach this weekend, I wondered how much of those moments they would remember. The splashing, laughing, shrieking, even the arguments and fighting.

If I think back to my childhood, I have fuzzy memories of things starting from when I was about four years old. In twenty or thirty years will they remember being four and six and spending lazy afternoons at the beach without a care in the world? Will they remember being in first grade or preschool? Will they remember moving into this house, or the day their brother was born? Will they remember the way I snapped at them last night (and again this morning) when my patience was wearing thin? Will they remember the long weekend days when their dad and I were busy working on renovating the house and they were stuck at home and were, in their words, so bored?

I feel lately that, besides keeping them healthy and happy and well fed and clean, I should also be taking care to provide them with opportunities that will provide for awesome memories later in life. In thinking about it, I suppose that’s any mother’s job, but I’ve never looked at it that way. Until now.

Do you think that creating memories for your kids is part of your job as a parent? Should parents take the time to consider what will make the best memories, and then plan accordingly?

Part of me feels like I need to try to give my kids the opportunity for the best possible memories, but thinking back about my life, the best memories aren’t from things that were planned or orchestrated. The best memories came from spontaneous, genuine moments in time.

I suppose my best bet is to focus on giving them an authentic childhood, because, really, who knows what moments their little minds are going to hold on to.