TToT: Things I Remember

Sharing more photos of the Glockenspiel in Marienplatz, Munich, Germany.  Memories of this place will always be among my favorite.

I have been thinking about the concept of memory this week.  My brother and sister-in-law are planning a trip to the Grand Canyon soon and called to get pointers about what we saw there a couple summers back.  Unfortunately, mere hours before we left for the Canyon, a large roll of school bulletin board paper fell on my foot, badly breaking my big toe.  As a result, I saw the Grand Canyon through the fog of pain medication.  It wasn't until the conversation with my brother and his wife that I realized I really have no memory of the Canyon itself.  I am sure it is very pretty, but couldn't swear to it in a court of law.  I could say with certainty that there is a bench up top that provides a great perch for mother and daughter to talk while others hike.  There is a mini-bus that takes you to different spots near the edge to give you the best views, but somehow the image of the mini-bus is much clearer in my mind than the views we must have enjoyed.  Memory is a funny thing.

I read the book The $64 Tomato this week written by one of my favorite authors, William Alexander.  In the closing Alexander writes, " Things I remember: Witnessing childbirth.  Finding myself standing absolutely alone before DaVinci's The Last Supper.  And planting potatoes on a perfect spring morning.

And so "in memory" of things I have already forgotten and celebration of things I can still picture clearly,  Here is my own (ten) Things I remember...

I remember spilling an entire bottle of orange soda--back in the days when the bottles were thin, and tall, and glass--down the front of my new, pristine white turtle-neck.  I remember crying as my mom slipped it over my head and into sudsy water that made the orange go away.

I remember Mom, my brothers and me crowded around the front screen-door watching a rare downpour in our dry prairie town.  The creek across the street, filled to overflowing, rushed through the City Park and across town.

I remember the first time my heart was broken, and the boy who did the breaking.  

I remember snow, wet and cold on my cheeks,  as I flew downhill on an old wooden sled.

I remember moving back to my hometown for a semester while waiting for my soon-to-be husband to finish college.  I remember sitting at the dining room table with my dad, him telling me it means so much to your mom having you here in these months before you get married.

I remember marrying that young man and being so choked up I couldn't say my vows.  

I remember waiting for a baby for so long, and finally holding a test in my hand that said she was on the way.  I remember the sheer panic of worrying I could never be the mother she deserved.

I remember seeing her face on a sonogram one week and looking down into that same face for real the next week, and being numb as the reality set in that this small creature was really mine.  I remember what it is like to feel the blossom of love unfold and grow inside your heart instantaneously.  

I remember nursing another baby and being startled by big brown eyes instead of green gazing back at me.  I remember those same brown eyes sitting beside me on a bench atop the Grand Canyon so I wouldn't be alone.

They say you can tell a lot about the qualities of a man by the way he treats his mother.  I remember a son who has been by my side when I have experienced loss and has gathered me in his arms and shown me comfort.

All of these things I remember and I am thankful.

Originally published Feb. 2016.  I don't have photos of all the places that have recently experienced violence, but I did have these pictures from Munich.  Thinking of all who have been touched by senseless brutality as of late.  Hoping for better.