What will the Children Remember?

Looking back at my childhood I don’t remember a huge amount. I remember the big things – the birthdays, Christmases and the camping holidays. I remember the truly memorable things like having chicken pox, learning to ride a bike, moving house, getting a new car and days out to Brighton and Chessington World of Adventures.

But in between I don’t remember a huge amount. I remember some of the clothes I wore and adored, favourite toys and the times I got new things out of the blue. I remember walking to school, snapshots of my school days and the friends that came and went through childhood. But I know there is so much that has been forgotten too, not important enough to always be etched on my memory.

It makes me wonder what the children will remember when they’re older. Whether they will remember us walking them to school, picking them up and carrying their book bag for them. Whether they’ll remember their teachers, their first friends, their lessons or their uniform.

What will the Children Remember?

Will they remember Daddy working shifts when they were little or working Monday to Friday now? Will they remember that I didn’t always work from home but once I did I was usually there before and after school.

I wonder whether they’ll remember our holidays – the big ones and the smaller weekends away. Whether they’ll remember the days out, the National Trust adventures and the bigger theme park visits.

I have no idea what snippets they’ll remember when they’re older but I hope they are the good memories, the ones where we are watching a film, snuggled on the sofa. Little Man holding my hand as much as possible and wanting cuddles all the time. LP being that bit more independent, happy to just sit and watch a movie. LP always with bare feet and Little Man forever wearing slipper socks.

I wonder if Little Man will remember his love of Thomas, or LP her love of My Little Pony. I wonder whether they’ll remember how much they adored each other, how their lives revolved around each other and whether they will remember how close we all are and how happy these childhood years have been.

I want them to remember all the good times, to remember how loved they have always been and how many people care about them. I don’t mind if they don’t remember specific days out or holidays but I would love for them to grow up feeling like they had a happy childhood – one that was full of friends, family and adventures. A childhood that was spent doing things, seeing things, achieving things.

I look back at my childhood and don’t remember many specifics. But, I know my childhood was a happy one, it taught me a lot and I know I was so loved. I hope LP and Little Man grow up with the same memories of their own childhood and I can’t wait until they’re older, talking about the years gone by and seeing what they really do remember.

What will the Children Remember?

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  1. April 6, 2018 / 11:20 am

    This is something I wonder about too. My early childhood memories are quite fuzzy, but my husband has an amazing memory and can remember quite a lot from when he was little, so I’m really not sure what my children’s memories of their childhoods will be like! Like you though, the main thing for me is that I hope they remember being happy and feeling loved! x

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