Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Childhood memories

I often wonder what my children will remember of their life so far, or if they will remember anything (they are 2 and 4 after all) when they are grown. I know for me, my earliest childhood memory was a dinner of ravioli with my brothers. I was 5, my older brother would have been 7 or 8 (I don't know what month or even what season it was) and my little brother would have been 4. We were eating our ravioli as we listened to the all familiar sounds of our parents arguing upstairs. Then it was quiet for what seemed like a long time. We were all called upstairs. and Mom and Dad were sitting on the bed, and next to Dad was a suitcase. Yep, they were calling it quits, and called us up to inform us that Dad was moving out.
While I wish I had earlier memories of all of us together, I just don't. I do however, take comfort in knowing that maybe some of the mistakes I've made with my own children (yelling, losing my patience, more yelling) will NOT be remembered. I try every day to be patient and understanding and know that since my son will be 5 in a couple weeks, I need to step up my game. We have had lots of fun times together and those are the times I want them to remember, not Mommy losing her temper and raising her voice.


  1. I'm sorry that your first memories of your childhood wasn't a happy one. But I'm glad that you are trying your best to make it better with your kids. So kudos to you for that! :)

    Thanks for taking my spark. I've posted the link to your post on my blog: Cheers! :)

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