Memories

I wonder what my children will remember.

Will it be the rushed mornings as we run out the door? Regularly I call to Gabby to check if the bus has come. A loud noise rumbles by and I shout, " Is that the bus honey?"

"No Mommy, it's the trash tuck!" She always exclaims.

They sound amazingly similar to me.

Or will they remember that daily, just before that, I always brush their hair. Will they remember that I kiss the top of their heads after the loose strands are all tucked away.

I know that I think I'll remember. Of course I'll remember, for it is stuck in my mind and repeated day after day. But I know that I too will forget.

Maybe when we are older and sharing a cup of coffee, they'll remind me and we'll all laugh about how Mommy used to confuse the bus with the trash truck.

And I'll smile as I laugh and remember the smell of their hair...

Sheila Cason MD