I fear forgetting the stories and vivid impressions of my children that I assume I’ll always remember. The sound of their laughter. The hilarious phrases. The endearing looks. Already, gazing into the recent past — the images are cloudy — as if I’m looking through opaque glass. Perhaps if I read this years from now, it will help revive these memories. Maybe it will read like a chronicle from a different life.
Isaac’s pouty-faced, “I don’t like t-rexis.” (Repeated at least seven times)
Watching Noah’s mind at work — always on fire — never stopping — never slowing down.
Isaac’s run where everything is moving at once — cheeks, head, arms — like he’s being controlled by the invisible strings of a puppeteer.
Noah catching a blown kiss and rubbing it into his heart.
Isaac, nestled in his crib at bedtime as he pulls his community of stuffed animals in tight — tucked into the protective cocoon of childhood.
Noah drawing a picture for every classmate, the picture carefully based on what each of them likes — or drawing pictures as a gift for the librarian, the mailman, or the bank teller.
Isaac’s pout that appears just a touch contrived. (His mother has noted a certain Hitchcock likeness.)
Noah’s inchoate attempts at creating his own jokes, where the punchline is followed by expectant laughter. “What can’t you eat for breakfast? Lunch and dinner.”
Isaac’s contagious, room expanding laughter after everyone else laughs — like he understood the humor.
Their kisses on my cheek. The authenticity of their hugs. The feeling that if they were any more adorable, precocious, or amazing — my heart would rupture.
I wonder if tucked away in an old book — there is a yellowed, folded piece of paper on which my parents detailed what they didn’t want to forget. I wonder if I ever made their heart feel like it would burst.
2 thoughts on “I Don’t Want to Forget A Thing.”
You did – I’m sure of it! What a lovely way to catch a fleeting moment of time….brings back lots of memories!
Thanks for the response. We still get a lot of use from a Winnie the Pooh blanket we received from the SOAN department when Sarah was pregnant with Noah. (It survived the tornado.) I trust all is well in Missouri, and was thinking the other day about how much I miss my Truman professors.