Parenting is about lots of things, but one of the most important is making memories.
And it's not necessarily the flash stuff that makes memories
I think it's the little things, done on a regular basis.
My theory is that a memory is not just about one occasion that something happened
but multiple times that build a picture in the child's brain
and when retold over and over again around the winter teatable,
becomes a fable, a truth that we all remember.
(My sister Sharyn remembers coming to Christchurch from Dunedin
even though she wasn't born yet)
Which is one of the reasons I made this picnic blanket,
that we have dragged about with us everywhere for all sorts of occasions,
it's kind of the background for all our picnics.
The children always get to do the dishes (sometimes more sometimes less)
and that in itself has become the stuff of family memories
some of them involving children less than happy to do dishes (they laugh now)
It's quite a lot of work to take kiddies camping,
especially if Dad has to go back to work and mummy is using her crutch to walk about,
but it is totally worth it.
I'm hoping and praying that these times will be the things that the kiddies remember
when they are grown up, that they remember summers spent camping here and there,
playing for hours and riding bikes and eating big dinners at the end of the day.
Lying in bed reading stories to each other,
Watching a movie occasionally when someone needs a rest.
I think they will probably remember the time mum fell both into and out of the caravan,
and the little sewing machine by the door.
And I know for sure they will remember the time the storm came through
and blew the awning clear over the caravan and scattered our belongings far and wide,
even though they didn't see it, I'm sure they will remember "seeing it"
because the story will be told over and over again.
Yes we have been making memories this week for sure.
I'm truly truly grateful for this opportunity.