Fond memories...

Hey Mam-a Jam-a! LOL! That's what one of my cousins, Jeremy, would say every time I saw him after I had Molly. For some reason when I aimlessly started this post it flashed through my mind. I have been remembering so many things from the past the last few days. I guess all this remembering business was prompted by small, out of the ordinary things that have been happening around here the last few days.

I have had some unexpected emails and comments from childhood friends, both of them with very happy memories attached. Most of these memories are silly little things that I didn't expect to come back to me, like the fact that I remembered how I loved my friend Heathers hands ( I always wanted to have pretty hands like hers when I was a kid). How silly is that? Another friend Crystal, made me remember waiting at the bus stop on cold mornings before school. I loved the bus stop because it was our last bit of freedom before being still and quiet for the rest of the day.

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We have been cleaning out our children's rooms this weekend and that brought back so many memories of moving in here when Molly was only two and I was still carrying Tim. I miss having babies. I remembered making her room the perfect little girls room. I remembered how we would eat grilled cheese almost everyday for lunch (because that was my favorite when I was pregnant with Tim). She has a vanity in her room that was mine when I was a girl and I remembered getting it for my birthday one year, and doing homework there.

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While talking to a friend just this morning about her daughters Math work I remembered the very minute that long division *clicked*. I was in the bath tub cleaning up before bed when it all of a sudden made perfect sense! I had struggled for weeks to get it but I just didn't understand it, then in a moment it all came together. I remember wearing a side ponytail, thinking I was hot snot! It was almost as cool as my first perm!

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I don't really have a good memory (that's why I have a blog LOL!) so these little things that I can remember are so special to me. It makes me wonder what my children will remember about being at home when they are all grown. Will they remember the house being clean or messy? Will it even matter then? Will they remember our silly days where we pretend it's raining and stay in? Maybe they will remember the days like today, when we are so desperate for Fall weather that we pretend it's cold outside, light a candle in the wood stove for our pretend fire, and drink apple cider......I hope so. After a week full of savoring these beautiful childhood memories I want to focus more on making special memories with my own sweet children.

This picture was taken a couple of weeks ago after I told them one of my "when I was a kid" stories about playing in this same bed. My brother, sister, and I would pretend we were on a ship and we were lost at sea. We had to fish for food, try to get help, and stay away from the water because of sharks. Shortly after hearing this story they bolted into Timothy's room to climb up on my old bed to play their own little ship game. They even put a kitchen on the ship so they would be able to cook! The belts and things hanging over the side of the bed are fishing poles. They had such a fun day playing on the ship. In the picture they are eating the PB&J's I had to bring in. That night they all slept in the ship. Silly kids! I hope they remember this .....