My son remembers nothing. He doesn't remember to do his homework. He doesn't remember to brush his teeth. He doesn't remember which direction school is - even though we have driven the same route for 6 years.
But here we are in the same place we had one of our last holidays as a family of 4 more than 3 years ago, and somehow he remembers everything. He remembers daddy taking him to the games roomand the swimming pool, and the snake warnings at the koala attraction, and playing with "bongo" (a toy long since gone) on the jumping pillow. He remembers details I'd forgotten, and is clearly enjoying the memories. Next time he forgets something mundane like what he ate for breakfast I'm sure I'll be as annoyed with him as I usually am. But I have to say... I'm also pretty grateful he seems to know what's most important to remember.
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AuthorFiona is a writer, consultant to government and not for profits and former cynic turned yogi. Archives
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