This is Day 2 of my 30 Day Writing Challenge.
Feel free to join me by writing about something you don’t remember.
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Now that I have two children of my own, I often think back to my childhood and how my parents raised me. How did they react in certain situations, and how did I? How did I feel? What impact does my childhood have on me today? How does it influence how I choose to parent my own kids?
There are many things I remember about my childhood: my dad’s corny jokes and how I pretended they weren’t funny. How proud I felt when my mom let me help cook dinner. How I felt safe getting tucked into bed.
I also remember feeling sad when my dad didn’t come to my piano recital. I was embarrassed that my mom made fun of my purple lipstick when I was 13. I was mad that my brother broke my GameBoy and my parents didn’t do anything about it.
I remember little moments of vacations and fragments of every day experiences. I remember the anticipation of Christmas morning and how fun it was when my dad carried me around on his shoulders.
You know what I don’t remember? My toys. What brand of clothes I wore. The model of my parents cars. The things my parents said no to. At the time they seemed so important to me, but I just can’t remember them now.
When I used to work at a restaurant during college, my manager used to tell us that “a month from now, our guests probably won’t remember exactly what they ordered, but they will remember how they felt leaving here. Were they satisfied? Did they have good food and great service?” I usually rolled my eyes at this regular attempt at a pep talk, but now I see he really was right.
I remember the feelings and not the things.
I want to be the best parent I can be. I want to make sure the feelings my children carry with them to their futures are positive. I want to instill happiness and confidence and excitement in them.
I don’t pretend to know the best way to do this, but I sure am going to try!