When I die, how will my children remember me?
What if I die tomorrow?
CJ is only 9 months old! Will he remember how we play peek-a-boo with his blanket before going to sleep? Will he remember the hundred kisses I give him everyday? How about the times he would look to me every time he would face plant on the floor because he’s learning how to crawl?
Berrybites is almost 3 years old. Will she remember how she would wait for the moment I put the baby down so she could ask me to pick her up and hold her? Will she remember the hundred times I fixed her hair after she messes them up from endlessly twirling them into knots? How about the times she would fake cry just so I would go to her side and rescue her?
Cupcake is 7 years old. Will she remember how I always I ask her to “bring me the diaper basket” because she is my only helper at home (during the day, when daddy is at work)? Will she remember the hundreds of miles I’ve driven to take her here, there, and everywhere? How about all the times I’ve danced with her in the living room just for fun?
What will they remember about me? About us?
If I could choose 10 things I want my kids to remember about me, I would choose these:
1. I love pancakes. I make them so often that I think I’ve pretty much perfected them. I use milk (never water – because I’m sneaky like that) and add vanilla or cinnamon to the mix. And when I serve them to you, I use (kitchen) scissors to cut them up for you so you wouldn’t need to work hard at using a knife to cut them before eating.
2. I love to hear you laugh. No music or sound is more beautiful to my ears than your laughter.
3. I (secretly) like it when you cry because I think you look so cute. Plus, I love it when I get to comfort you and cause everything to be alright.
4. I let you watch “Curious George” in the mornings because I like that cute little monkey too. I’ve learned a lot from that show!
5. I take a million pictures of you because you are growing up too fast. I need to remember you just the way you are. Right now.
6. I love chocolate. Sometimes, I let you eat some just so I could eat some too.
7. I love and respect your father. That’s why I say things like, “ask your dad” or “Let me ask your dad.” It’s not because he’s the boss of me. It’s because we are both your parents. We make decisions together.
8. I sing in the car because it makes you smile.
9. I make you take a nap everyday because you tire me out. I need daily physical, mental, and emotional breaks from you so I can have enough patience to last the rest of the day. Trust me. Your nap is for both of our good.
10. I love getting hugs and kisses from you. When you hug and kiss me, you make me melt, and you can pretty much have whatever you want at that moment. (I’m so glad you haven’t figured that out yet!)
And so, all the other hundred things I want them to remember, I can’t list here. But that’s what this blog is for. For someday, when I’m gone. Plus, I’ve started a private blog just for my children too. There, I write specific letters to my children…
so they will remember me…
so they will remember us…