What is your earliest memory? 3 years old? 4? 2? I know there are people who claim they can remember their own birth. I’m skeptical, but I guess I have no reason to doubt them.
I think it would be funny if all of a sudden, I just *snap* remember everything that happened between birth and my current earliest memory (which, by the way, is visiting my mom when she was in the hospital having Cecilia). My brain does occasionally let me in on secrets it had previously deemed classified – hiding places of iPod components, conversations I’d had with Lisa about ice cream sandwiches, high school locker combinations, etc. I think I’m pleased I don’t remember teething, but wouldn’t it be interesting to recall what was going through your mind when you chose your first word or took your first step?
I played with young Julia yesterday during a long lunch away from my studies. I pride myself on being able to make her smile, and I wonder if she finds equal pleasure in making me look like a peek-a-booing idiot. She doesn’t speak much right now, except for the occasional “mama” or “dada” or “Jesus, Jesse, get the hell away from me”, but I’d like to think that if she could better communicate, she’d tell me she likes looking in the mirror with me. Or that she truly appreciates the time and effort I put into itsy bitsy spider. Or that she loves my beard.
Maybe once she can talk, she’ll *snap* remember and drop me a line.
1 year ago