Four siblings wrote some memories of Mom.
How different the writing styles.
How different the memories themselves.
My sister remembers the impressions,
The daily rituals and repeated events:
These are the things we always did together.
I remember random moments in astonishing detail.
I always have.
This helps me make sense of my life today. People ask me,
Does your child take two naps still?
And I feel like a bad mom, because I don’t really know.
How could I be so unobservant?
But maybe my brain simply remembers moments and details,
Like my child’s first time going down stairs,
How he faced the wall for stability and stuck a foot out and down,
Before he turned to the step and scooted down on his stomach.
And whether he is asleep on my back two times a day
Or three: I can’t see that. Sometimes he’s asleep and sometimes not.
But he is always in the carrier.
That is something we always do
Together.
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