Posts Tagged Under childhood memories
Flashback: Mining for Memories
A funny thing has been happening lately.
She’d be doing normal, pedestrian things with Evan and out of nowhere flashbacks from her own childhood would suddenly appear in her head. It doesn’t happen all the time. But every now and then, some old image, some old snapshot from her past would appear.
Example. Just the other day, she introduced Evan to the new and exciting taste of shredded, unsalted, steamed chicken. Unsurprisingly, he gagged at the first couple of bites. Despite being toothless, she encouraged him to continue chewing on the tiny bits of tender meat. “Babies can chew with their gums,” she remembered her second sister saying during a recent Skype chat. So she pressed on. “Like this, Boo Boo,” she instructed her little guy, who was seated snugly in his highchair, with the seat belt on. She went on to demonstrate the art of chewing shredded, unsalted, steamed chicken with an animated chomp chomp movement of her mouth as if she were eating something supremely tasty. He laughed. Then he took another small bite and proceeded to chew clumsily.
As she cheered Evan on, a vivid flash frame suddenly popped into her head. It was of her as a child, at maybe two or three. She’s having her first lesson on eating fried vermicelli. It’s a favorite breakfast staple in Singapore. Of course, the vermicelli had been cut into a million little pieces. Yet, she gagged a little with every spoonful of it. “Don’t you vomit it out,” warned her Mom. “Just chew and swallow.” Obviously, she wasn’t very good with vermicelli then. Continue… »
By Jessica TanA Clock Ticks As A Mom Tries Not to Be Pissed
I used to sit near someone at work who didn’t like her younger brother. At least that’s what it sounded like whenever he called. I could tell he was on the phone because her voice would tighten as if her teeth were grinding and she’d scold him regardless of whatever topic they discussed.
He was wrong to invite so-and-so to their mother’s birthday party. He was being immature for worrying about what gift to buy for their cousin’s wedding. And didn’t he know not to call her at work? That she was busy? Continue… »
By Laura-Lynne PowellA Friendship Based on Illusion
The baby and toddler years will always be amongst my most memorable memories. It wasn’t easy finding a group of women who felt the same exact way I did about mommying.
We shared insecurities, secrets, tips, and truly gave each other what was left of us that we didn’t give to our children.
Then — something changed.
By Dawn YunTooth Fairy Gives Kids Money; Moms Get Memories
Shortly after my son lost his first tooth, he began asking what the tooth fairy did with the teeth she collected. His kindergarten mind grappled with how the tooth fairy made the money that she left under children’s pillows at night. Since I had no ready answers, I let him ponder.
That Halloween, our dentist offered to collect Halloween candy for the tooth fairy. Each child who turned over his trick-or-treat loot could choose a toy from the dentist’s toy box. After my son reluctantly parted with his colorful assortment of fun-sized candy bars, he smiled knowingly. In the car, he announced that the tooth fairy must sell the Halloween candy and use the profit to fund her nighttime pursuits.
“But what does she do with the teeth?” he asked.
By Tina BournazosWallpaper Flowers Childhood Memories
My boys are breathless as we burst into my mother’s house after a day of travel. Every five minutes the question was the same. “Were you a little girl at grandma’s house?” Their faces almost split with delight when they hear the same answer over and over. They are incredulous at the thought.
