Sunday, September 20, 2009
A memory!
When I was quite young, at least young enough to still attend daycare before school, I was awoken everyday at four thirty in the morning. I would throw on a change of clothes and stumble down the stairs to our sofa, to continue my rest while my dad completed his morning routine. And almost every morning, about five minutes after I lay down, an incredibly warm, cozy, perfect sensation would encompass me. A fresh-from-the-drier blanket would have been tucked around me and my brother by our father followed by a short kiss on the top of the head. That is the best kind of love. I miss it. Do you have these memories?
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As a family we'd always watch movies together early in the evening. Mom would sit on the end of one couch and Dad would sit on the near end of our other couch. Chandra would always sit with Dad and chelsea and I would fight over who got to sit with mom. Eventually over the years I resigned to sitting on the floor or another chair instead. But I always loved those nights, whether on the couch or on the floor.
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ReplyDeleteWhen I was very young, my dad was always away for several days a week on business trips during the winter. So, when he got back, he would always step inside, proclaim in a silly voice "Dadddy's home!" and embrace the entire family at once. He always brought some little knick knack for my brother and I, usually a keychain or something from where he went (one time he brought one of those crystal-growing sets, which was pretty awesome). And he would sit down and ask to hear me play the piano. The most poignant memory from my childhood remains the smell of my father's coat, and the feel of his cold cheek against mine as he lifted me up. Whenever I touch someone's cold skin in the winter it reminds me of childhood.
ReplyDeletewhen i was about four, my mom and i would sit up in my parent's water bed. i would sit in a laundry basket and ride out the waves that she would make for me. it was my own little boat. sometimes when i would get tired i would come out of my basket and she would leave the room and come back with an armful of warm sheets from the dryer. she would wrap me up in them and i would fall into the best sleep i can recall. i can just remember how safe and secure i felt. it was gold.
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