image via black eiffelI don’t’ remember all that much from when I was five.
I vaguely recall learning to tie my shoes during nap period in kindergarten (my teacher’s name was Miss Kitty Bankston…how awesome is that?) I also remember trips with my grandparents, loving Strawberry Shortcake and a few other fuzzy but significant moments, but they are fleeting at best.
This realization makes me sad, as I ponder how much of our current day-to-day the girls will recall 30 years from now…How this period that is so filled with significance for Bryan and me will just be a vague, blurry memory to them. But that doesn’t stop me from relentlessly trying to create those epic moments that will be burned on their brains forever.
Like last night.
Audrey and I have been talking about the election for months. The importance, the impact, the historical significance…I’m not sure how much she’s fully registered, but earlier this week while we were out on a walk, she tallied the Obama signs vs. the McCain signs in our neighbors' lawns and had a million questions about why some people were voting for the old guy (as she called him -- no prompting from me I promise) vs. her “sweet tart”…
So last night we set up election night camp in the den, complete with blankets and pillows and popcorn and green tea ice cream – prepped for the long haul. She sadly didn’t stay awake long enough to see the victory and the speech (that was the memory I was hoping would be imprinted on her little mind forever), but the minute she opened her eyes this morning, she asked if Obama had won, and I was happy to report that yes he had
And if she doesn’t remember all of this, I know for sure I will…
