I love that feeling I get when a familiar “something” immediately reminds me of another time in my life, a time that made me happy. I’m not talking about those memories that make you cringe, like whenever you smell fish you’re reminded of when you were a teenager and went to a school dance smelling of fish but didn’t realize you smelled like fish so you had to leave embarrassed and your boyfriend broke up with you…..just a guess, maybe that happened to you. Those memories can suck it. You have zero choice in the matter, it happens just like the flashbacks in tv shows, ZING, off you go on a mental memory journey!
The smell of a hot curling iron reminds me of being 14 years old, dancing around my bedroom to ‘The Boy is Mine’, attempting to straighten my hair to make it look nice. By look nice I mean “look white”, which would never happen due to the fact that I am very much black with afro hair, but that would be a lesson that took me multiple years to figure out (slow learner obv).
Just seeing a photo of Bob Barker or someone mentioning the show automatically reminds me of eating lunch at my dad’s place as a kid. When I was home sick or if Dad brought us home to eat lunch rather than at our school desks, he would always watch The Price is Right. I don’t recall being in love with the show, more so in love with that fact that I was eating and not in school (some things never change…I mean, stay in school), but I still looked forward to hearing the familiar “COME ON DOWNNNNN”.
It’s weird to think that now, I’m creating a familiar feeling for my kids.
No pressure self but don’t be a failure of a Mom.
I wonder if our family walk to school in the mornings will be unintentionally thought of by my son if he walks his kids to school one day. Or maybe all of making smoothies-drinking them out of wine glasses-accidentally breaking the wine glasses occasions my stepdaughter and I had will bring her fond memories of the good times we had one day when she’s drinking wine (responsibly) with her sophisticated friends.
There are days when I yell a little too much and feel like I’m not being the mother I wanted to be. I hope these moments aren’t what they think back to when they think of me. Maybe that should be a benchmark for successful parenting . Strive to not be a cringeworthy memory. Take your kids to the park and swing on the swings. Get off that stoop and ride that bike with them instead of just watching. You can still yell at them to go to bed because that shit is frustrating and because of balance. Just make sure to give them a kiss on the forehead when you do. For the memories.
*I highly suggest you go on a musical journey through the 90s and listen to the below and the YouTube suggestions. I just threw out my back chair dancing.*