It might sound silly but some of my best childhood memories are of the most innocuous things:
* Stealing my dad’s socks so we could use them as missiles as we chased each other around the house.
* Handstand competitions in the garden (anyone remember knife, fork and spoon?!)
* Hot potato with a water balloon just knowing it was going to explode on me…I was usually right!
We didn’t have fancy gadgets and a lot of technology when I was growing up and I still have really fond memories of my childhood. I think that’s the reason why I’m so keen for Meg and Eli to be able to build their own memories of doing simple yet enjoyable things.
On Saturday morning, my Other Half went out to clean the car. It was long overdue but with the ridiculous mixture of weather we’ve been having we hadn’t been able to get around to doing it.
Naturally, Meg and Eli were desperate to join in and although he fought it claiming that the car would probably end up less clean than before, eventually my Other Half caved and let them go outside and join him.
I was sat inside, reading and listening to the squeals and exclamations as they got stuck in. It’s not a big deal, it’s not a big job and yet, to them, it was the makings of a memory.
A time when they got to have a go at doing something the grown ups do. A time when they laughed about Eli concentrating so very hard on cleaning his little section of the car. A time when Meg stuck her hands a little too keenly into the bucket and ended up with a mouthful of bubbles.
Those are the memories which will stick with them. However simplistic they may seem.