Thursday, May 22, 2008
Leetle Clover and Uncle Tom - it was a vintage car then too. I'm not that old.
Me at about 2 years old.
The other day we had dinner at our friends'/neighbors' house. Afterward Sweet Pea crawled up into Mr. Neighbor's lap and fell asleep. It was pretty sweet to see this big (brand new dad of a little boy the same age as Will) guy's guy with a little pink wisp of a girl snuggled up to him. I think he was pretty happy to be the stand-in dad for a little while.
When it was time to go home he carried her in the house for me and put her on the couch. I was out in the driveway putting sprinklers, bikes, chalk, etc. away when she woke up - totally confused as to how she got home, didn't know where I was, disoriented, tired, and mostly mad because she didn't want to leave the party. She freaked. Poor baby.
After I got her all calmed down, which only took about 3 minutes, I had this kind of lightening bolt of a memory. I was about 3 years old, we lived in the house that my mom and I lived in before she and my (step) dad got married. I was asleep in her bed, and we had company over. I got up, probably because I couldn't stand not being part of the fun, and tried to go out to where she was. But the room was dark, and I was disoriented. I couldn't find the door, I couldn't get back up on the bed...I have this very dreamlike memory of finally giving up and just going back to sleep on the floor.
I bet my mom doesn't remember that. Because really, it was probably a non event in the life of a mom. But I remember it! To 3 year old me it was kind of traumatic. I bet Sweet Pea will remember waking up by herself in our house when she is 34 too.
I wonder all the time what other things she's going to have vivid memories of. My first memories are from around 2-3 years old. I remember picking strawberries with my Uncle Tom in his garden. I remember playing at our old house with my friend Molly, and going next door to see Carla's big girl Barbie collection. I remember asking my mom's (then) boyfriend if I could call him Dad. (He said yes, and I still do!) I remember many trips to Coeur d'Alene with my Dad to visit my Grandparents and cousins. I have all kinds of weird memories of a road trip we took to Upstate New York the summer after I turned 4. Mount Rushmore, Yellowstone, the Budweiser Clydesdales, going to my Aunt Jean's camp and making a chain out of Starburst wrappers with my cousin Wendy. Learning how to make yarn flowers on a plastic loom while we drove and drove and drove in a rented motor home. I even remember a funny little toy I found under the couch in that motor home. It was a turtle, and it smelled like soap.
Memory is a funny thing. I feel like mine is working against me lately. I can't remember names, which is something I always prided myself on being able to do. I can't go to the grocery store without a list. I have to write everything down at work or it's just gone. But I remember saying, "Mr. Strawberry, can I pick you?"
I'm counting on this blog to be my memory to a degree.