You can use fear as a reason to hide…. or as a tool to learn and grow.
I myself have many fears. Heights. Deep water. Not having control.
Forgetting that rush when I met my future husband. Forgetting our talks about what we wanted for our future. Forgetting the mind numbing reality that our lives were changing, as I found out I was pregnant.
Childhood is cruel in that way for both the child and the parent. The child is too young to remember and the parent is too busy, too tired or just trying to get through the day. Making mental notes of schedules, routines, and grocery lists; Promising to themselves that they, of course, will remember to be present and enjoy the moment… just as soon as __fill in the blank__ is done.
That time has passed, and there is no way to get it back. You thought you’d always hear their laugh, their voice, their silliness. How could you ever forget their baby scent? Their weight on your chest?
Most of my children’s stories are lost somewhere in my memory and without my stories…. they have none.