Sometimes when I’m hanging out with my 3yr old nephew something unfortunate may happen-I may have said something I wish he wouldn’t have heard, I may have done something I wish he hadn’t seen, or maybe I wish I would have disciplined him in a different way than I did. After the mishap happens, I wonder, “Ten years from now will he remember that?” I generally assume that he won’t. Who really retains memories from when they’re two and three years old?
I do. My earliest memory is from my first birthday party. In first grade, my mother and I were looking through old photographs and we stumbled across photos from my first birthday party. I was sitting on her lap and we were opening my gifts. After reflecting on the photo, suddenly my memory was jarred…
It was a hot, summer day. My party was held outside in my family’s backyard in June and everything seemed so chaotic. People were everywhere, it was really loud, and all I wanted was to play in the kiddie pool out back and rest in my mothers arms afterwards. Unfortunately that was not on the agenda. After playing in the pool I was whisked away to the middle of the crowd that was assembling and it was there that I sat on my mother’s lap as she opened my gifts.
I remember not understanding what was going on and looking curiously at an awkwardly shaped, hard, black thing. My mom was talking in her baby voice to me so while I was uncomfortable with all that was going on I went with the flow. Now that I’m older and have looked at pictures, that hard, black thing was a child’s piggy bank in the shape of a plastic, oversized combination Master lock. I have no idea who gave me that as a one-year old birthday gift, but thanks. I’m sure I had lots of fun playing with it. *side eye*
My next memory was a few months after my second birthday. My younger brother Ty was a newborn and I was so eager to hold the new baby. After bugging my mother relentlessly, finally she let me hold him. I was so excited. She swaddled him up very tightly and after I sat back in our big, leather couch with my arms cradled just so, my mother laid him there in my arms. I felt like such a big girl for holding the new tiny baby and not hurting him. I felt like I had proven myself and my mother trusted me. It was a very proud moment for me.
- Do you all ever think about that? What is your earliest memory? Prayerfully it is a good one.