The first memory that comes to my mind takes place when I was around 18 months old. I must admit, I’m not 100% sure if this is an actual memory or just something I think I remember because of a few pictures. Whatever the case, this memory took place on a bright sunny day in our backyard.
I remember playing in a bright green kiddie pool surrounded by tiny pool toys. My mom was sitting beside the pool, splashing me and making sure that I was having a good time. I just remember feeling so happy. You know that genuine happiness that you see on toddlers’ faces when they are experiencing something amazing for the first time? That’s the feeling I remember having.
I wish I could say that I recall several more early memories after that day, but I don’t. The next memories I have took place when my mom was pregnant with my sister. By that time I was four years old, but those memories are vivid.
It was the late seventies, and my mom used to wear a red paisley robe back then. I can remember sitting with her in my parents’ bedroom and feeling the kicks from my baby sister while I rested my hands on her belly. Back then my parents’ bedroom was painted blue and their bed spread reminded me of sunset with a sparkling blue sky. Maybe that’s the reason why blue is my favorite color today. It calms me and I know that when I spent time in their room I felt a sense of calm. It always felt safe. It’s interesting how our minds work.
After the memories of the baby kicks, I recall visiting my mom in the hospital after my sister was born. I remember feeling so happy to see my mom and we shared a piece of carrot cake. Back then, the babies didn’t stay in the rooms with the moms so I remember my dad taking me to visit my baby sister in the nursery. Even though I was still a toddler myself, I felt such a strong sense of love, pride, and protection at the same time.
Thinking back on these memories, I feel extremely grateful. My early memories were about family, love, and happiness. There was no trauma, no negative memories during that time. As a teacher, I often hear stories of trauma that some of my students experienced at an early age. The effects can be devastating. Fortunately, children are often resilient and I am amazed by their ability to cope. However, they shouldn’t have to cope with those issues.
Thank you for taking the time to read this post. I would love to hear from you. What are your earliest memories?