In light of my post yesterday about Sweet Pea’s continual questions, I started to think about what I was like as a five-year-old. It brought back a lot of my childhood memories.
I remember one time finding a toy in my mom’s closet. It was meant to be a gift for a child of her friend, but I just had to play with it. My mom let me.
My neighbor, Rick, used to lift me upside down so I could ‘walk’ on the ceiling. I must have been four or five. I remember what everything looked like upside down. And I remember how special I felt, that he would pay that attention to me.
Mom used to go grocery shopping with Gen, Rick’s wife, and I vividly remember sitting in the backseat savoring a chocolate candy bar. I must have really been taking my time eating it because as we neared the house I was urged to eat it quickly so my brother and sister wouldn’t see it. I wonder if this was a regular shopping treat?
There are so many other things that flit through my brain from when I was little. I’ve been told that I remember a lot. Details. Emotions. I’m wondering if Sweet Pea will remember all of the questions he asks and the answers he receives. He’s soaking up so much information. How much will be called upon when he’s older?
How much are you thinking about your child’s memories from this age? Are you striving to give them good ones to share with their kids?
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