The other day, my husband and I watched our daughter play for the first time with the water hose. Her joy and awe of this amazing "toy" was communicated through squeals of delight and clapping and laughing. She kept laughing and saying "Mama! Wawa!" "Dada! WAWA!" She had to make sure we were understanding and seeing the amazingness that was cold water from a water hose on a hot summer day. As she threw it around and then screamed as it fell on her upturned face Jonny mentioned that this is one of those days that implants itself into a child's memory. Although she is only 2 she will remember this day in the sun and water for a long time. The more I thought about it the more I thought about my own childhood. Oh the wonderful memories I have. Catching frogs with my older brother Josh and then naming the frogs, writing their names with markers on their bumpy frog backs and finally making houses out of sticks to keep them in overnight. Now obviously the frogs were never there the next day (in fact they probably hopped out as soon as we turned our backs to go inside for dinner) but this never deterred us from believing eventually it would and trying again. I also remember the spring break when my friends were taking ski trips and beach trips. Our family of 6 just didn't have the money for a trip so my parents improvised. They sought out the most fun activities in our city and we spent one day on each activity then at night when my friends were probably spending time at a fancy restaurant with their families my mom and dad gathered some friends of ours and my parents decorated our house like a mexican restaurant, set up tables in the living room, dressed up like mexican servers(not hard for my mom who is mexican but hard for my dad who is 6' 6" and very caucasian-his drawn on mustache helped) and they served us a wonderful homemade mexican dinner. I have so many memories like this that it all lumps together and has formed 1 huge memory...the memory of a wonderfully loved happy childhood. I don't remember the stresses that I now as an adult know my parents probably had. I don't remember any tiredness in their eyes when we woke them early on Christmas morning. I don't remember being without. I was a child who's heart was continuously being filled by parents that loved me.
So this is my aim for my daughter. Not that she will have isolated memories of joy but that there will be so much love and fun and joy that her childhood will blur together as one overall feeling of happiness. That she won't remember the tiredness in my eyes when she woke us this morning but instead the smile on my face as she crawled into bed and yelled "timber" as she fell on me.
Phillipians 4:8 8. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.