Earliest Memories

I sometimes wonder if my memories are really memories or do I remember things just because I have seen photos of them… I have recent memories… like memories of the day I got married, the days my boys were born… but when I try to think of the earliest memory I have, I have a few!

I remember bits and pieces of a trip we took to Tunisia when I was 3 or so.  I remember the camels, snake charmers and eating cous cous.  I also remember the flight there.  It was winter in Tunisia but to us it was still very warm.

I can remember the street we lived on when I was 3.  I remember the friends I had, and the things we used to get up to.  I was never allowed past a certain light post on the street…. that was the furthest I could go… and we had gooseberry bushes in our garden that my mum would harvest the fruit from.  There was an old woman who lived across the street called Doreen and she used to let me come over and eat slices of apple dipped into the sugar bowl. Yum!  I also had a friend across the street called Natasha and we once watched Dirty Dancing.  Whoops.

Once the house a couple of doors down went on fire and we were all evacuated onto the street. Apparently it had started because of a row between the husband and wife.  I remember standing on the street in my nightie with all my other neighbours.

I also once cut my own fringe, the day before we were to have photos taken at school.  It went totally lopsided.

A Messy Home Is A Blessed Home

So a text from a friend yesterday got me thinking… it was actually as soon as I replied to her that I really began thinking and I realised that the advice I had given her was sound… though it wasn’t advice I had ever taken on myself!

Her text message was something we all think… and that’s the simple fact that as parents, our houses are never sparkling… because we have young children running around like whirlwinds all the time.  With their sticky fingers touching the tv, chocolate handprints up the stair walls, pencil and pen and crayon drawings artistically and spontaneously displayed on random doors and furniture.  As soon as we tidy up one area, they empty the toy box in another.  Legos EVERYWHERE…crackers and sandwich crusts under the sofa cushions… the list never ends.  My friend’s text also included that there were bite marks on the tv table.  This made me giggle to myself as I thought of the baby in ‘A Series Of Unfortunate Events’.

My reply was something along the lines of the following: “You gotta keep a spare tub of paint to cover up the marks and I got my floors because I was sick of having to get the carpet cleaned. It’s normal.  You’ll miss the sticky tv when they are grown and married and you’ll be begging for your grandchildren to come over and mess your home up a little.” I then thought of it this way…. “We’re LUCKY to have sticky tvs and marked walls.  Some people are out there now are wishing that their house could be a little less pristine.”

The more and more I thought about this the more it resonated with me and today I looked at my house a little differently.  I didn’t glance at the pencil on the walls and the clutter… and the things that were just not in their place, with the same exasperation as I did the day before.  I felt exactly what I wrote in my reply to my friend.  I felt lucky… SO lucky to have these two little terrors, destroying my furniture, walls and my sanity!!  A day will come all too soon, and these boys won’t live here anymore.  My house will be tidy and clean and I know it won’t feel the same.  I’ll miss it.

My Earliest Memories

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The thing I remember the most about in my early childhood, is where we lived in Comber.  I was 3 or so.  I had a couple of friends… one called Natasha and one called Leanne.  I remember the things we used to get up to including getting into trouble for watching Dirty Dancing.  I was never allowed past a certain lightpost on the street…. that was the furthest I could go… and we had gooseberry bushes in our garden.  There was an old woman who lived across the street called Doreen and she used to let me come over and eat slices of apple dipped into the sugar bowl. Yum!

My mum and dad bought me a cabin bed with a cubby hole underneath.  It was the most awesome bed I’ve ever had and I spent ages playing in it.

I remember I cut my whole fringe off… the whole thing.  I looked a sight.

Once, the house a couple of doors down went on fire and we were all evacuated onto the street.  Apparently it had started because of a row between the husband and wife.  I remember standing on the street in my nightie with all my other neighbours… also in their pyjamas, but one was out in a towel!