What Do You Remember Most About Your Kids’ Childhood?
As a parent, the memories of my children's childhood are precious to me, filled with laughter, learning, and unforgettable moments. One specific set of memories revolves around subscribing to a monthly book service, where my sisters, Lori and Tracy, and I eagerly awaited each new book.
At the age of 7 or 8, my mother would order these books, and my sisters were just a bit older at 9 or 10. We would take turns reading our favorite stories from the books. Sometimes, my older sister, Lori, would even take the lead, reading to us on her bed, while Tracy and I would join in and read our stories to her. It was such a joyful and cozy experience.
Recently, I came across a set of these very same books at a thrift store or MCC. The memories instantly flooded back. Even though these books were in excellent condition, it was clear they still held a special place in my heart. Sending the pictures to my sisters Lori and Tracy, each of us reminisced about those days filled with simple yet profound moments.
Board Games and Playful Nights
When it comes to games, we also had many wonderful memories. From board games received under the Christmas tree each year until well into our teens, to late-night huddles in one of our bedrooms. The games we played were always wrapped in a card from Rudolph, with a festive "Merry Christmas" message. It was exciting to rip open the package and eagerly start our new game after presents had been exchanged.
Lifelong Lessons from My Children
My children taught me so much, especially when they were young. I learned about the joy of freedom from adults and the purity of childlike wonder. When my children were 3, 5, and 7, we had a particularly meaningful Christmas Eve. We read "The Night Before Christmas" and hung up our stockings. We talked about Santa's travels and how he manages to deliver presents to every child on Christmas Eve. My daughter Carrie explained that Jesus was born, so we celebrate Christmas, and Santa was Jesus' helper. My daughter Beth questioned this and Carrie eloquently described Santa's role. This conversation flowed naturally as we prepared for bedtime.
The Gift of Innocence
The following morning, we were greeted with an amusing sight. My husband, having managed to stay awake until coffee and coffee cake, had fallen asleep on the couch. The girls had decided to play with him, using him as a mannequin. This moment captured so much of their imaginative play. Christmas ribbons and bows adorned his clothes, and makeup decorated his cheeks, while dolls and stuffed animals were arranged around him. It was a precious moment filled with giggles and joy.
These memories are a treasure trove for me. Each time I pull them out, they fill me with warmth and nostalgia. Among all the "best" memories, one really stands out: the joy, laughter, and innocence shared on that holiday morning. These fleeting moments captured in time are what I miss the most.