How far back do your memories go? Can you remember being two or three years old? Do you really remember or have you just studied photographs and heard the same stories over and over again?
I often wonder what Lucas will recall when he thinks back on his childhood.
Will he remember…
from time to time that his mom had black nail polish?
that every time a Dave Matthews Band song plays I ask him, “who sings this?” and giggle at his response?
that I’m always a couple minutes early to pick him up from preschool?
that I wear an “angel baby” necklace almost every day and my sister has a matching one?
how the song In My Life makes me cry because it reminds me of my father?
how his dad makes the majority of our meals because I’m a complete oaf in the kitchen?
how I may get so frustrated with him that I want to poke my eyes out with forks but the minute I am away from him I yearned to be near him again?
that in our house objects are not “it” but “he” and “she”?
that I’d be lost without my friends and the ones that have children I hope he grows up to be friends with too?
that his dad wakes up with him every morning so that they can spend a couple of hours together before he has to go to work?
Will he remember the Christmas morning we spent with his cousins, Annabelle and Francesca and the joy he exuded being chased around his aunt and uncle’s house, or…
“playing” the piano?
sitting in our laps to hear the book Purplicious three dozen times?
play dates with new friends with far cooler toys than his?
meeting Fireman Steve and sitting in a fire truck?
Whatever Lucas recalls, I pray he remembers feeling special, adored and happy.