Friday evening, I attended the Listen To Your Mother Show in Philadelphia.
As each speaker read their story, I felt at that moment I was in their shoes, seeing life from their perspective.
What really hit me was how so many of them told stories about their childhood and the things they remembered.
It got me thinking.
What will my children remember about me?
When I was young, my Grandparents lived next door.
I remember my Grandpop used to wait outside for me every single day. As I got off the bus, he would wait with open arms and a big smile.
I remember that Sunday evenings were family night. We would make a big bowl of popcorn, sit by the fire and watch our favorite movies.
My mom would put my hair into curlers as I sat snuggled between her legs.
I remember my Dad taking us to the ball field almost every weekend and we would play together as a family.
So what will my boys remember about me?
I wonder if it will be the nights my hubby works late and I declare it “snuggle night”. They jump in bed with big smiles and sit next to me both laying their heads on my chest.
I breathe in the sweet smell of freshly shampooed hair and stretch my arms around the both of them. We lay together watching tv, until they fall asleep.
Or maybe it will be that I have a special “I love you” sign with both of them.
My six-year-old will often give me the sign through the bus window and I often see my three-year-old give me his sign from the backseat.
It’s something I hope will never end.
Or maybe it will be the nights we go out for ice-cream and race to see who can finish first.
Lately I’ve been decreasing my time online. It’s enough to keep up with clients and sometimes I don’t always have the energy to “blog”. I am trying to live more in the moment and be present.
I always think – in twenty years the Internet will not remember me….but my boys will.