On Being the Memory Maker (also known as Mom)

I sometimes think of myself as the Primary Memory Maker. I’m speaking of myself as a mom, of course. Yes, my job is to keep my kid fundamentally safe in body, mind, and spirit, to help her build resilience and thoughtfulness, to help her learn the discernment, bravery, and vision we need to make good decisions, and to help her feel a core sense of bodily autonomy. But also to give her good memories. What will she actually remember? Memory is unpredictable, fallible, and enigmatic. A hundred thousand things happen every day, and I only retain the mental image and meaning of a handful. A hundred thousand things happen in my daughter’s day, yet she only tells me about some of them — presumably the ones she’s still thinking about (remembering) after school. Who knows how many of these snippets — so-and-so spilled their milk at lunch; he fell during P.E.; she brought a crystal for show-and-tell — she’ll remember in a year, or forty years. Maybe none of them. <a href="https://humanparts.medium.com/on-being-the-memory-maker-also-known-as-mom-13563a8f3b16">Learn More</a>