Monday, 11 April 2011

• Keeping The Good Memories

  

  I don’t want you to think that the early years were filled with misery. I have some great memories of my son when he was little. It was those memories that got me through the hard times. My son was a joy, once he outgrew the crying all day and night. Even then, I found joy in watching him sleep and watching him take his bottle, when he would take his bottle. My neck hurt from always looking down at him.

  When he started pulling himself up, climbing, and crawling on his hands and knees, the fun began. He would get into everything. The baby gates were my best friend. I also got in the habit of putting barriers around the living room in order to keep him in one room, and give me a break from chasing him around. For a little one that couldn’t walk, he could get from point A to point B really fast.

  One found memory was his little train. He was really good at getting around on it. Back then, we lived in a house with big rooms and hardwood floors. It was an old house, and became too much for us to afford. We ended up selling it for a smaller home. Anyway, the hardwood floors made it really easy for him to move the train from room to room.

  Another fond memory is him inside of his toy box. I tried to find a picture of him inside it, I know I have one, but this one is the closest I could find. It’s him climbing into it. We still have the toy box. It is now in my daughter’s room. Most of his toys ended up going to my daughter. When she got them, they were like knew.

  My son had a few things that he played with. The stackable rings. A couple of Sesame Street rattles. His favorite were the bugs. That’s what we called them. They were a Lego toy. The outside was painted to be a ladybug, frog, bee or some other critter. He had several. Inside was a bead that mad a noise. He had a way of spinning this toy on the floor, kinda like the way we would spin a coin on a flat surface. He isn’t able to do it anymore, though. I don’t even know what happened to those toys. He had the full collection.

  Another favorite was a Bill Elliott toy car. It has a big button on the top that you can push down, and the car would go forward. He would go all around the house, following on his hands and knees, pushing the button and watching the car go.

  I have a lot of great memories. When times get tough, I rely on those memories to get me through.

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