It's not everyday that your teenager has a class that requires them to discuss their childhood memories with a parent and then write a paper about it.
Tonight, I racked my memory for stories about Hannah as a baby and toddler.
Oh boy, do I ever have some good stories about her!
For starters, her birth was not typical. She rode in a helicopter before she ever rode in a car. The first time I held her in my arms in the NICU (10 days after her birth), she scrunched her little forehead and gazed into my eyes. I quietly cried and rocked her little bruised body.
Then there were the countless times she crawled out of her crib and into Hilary's crib, always waking her up from a sound sleep and then nothing but giggles from both of them.
Hannah has always been very transparent with her feelings. She is completely and whole-heartedly honest. If she pulled Hilary's hair while playing, she would come and show me the fist full of hair she had pulled out. When she made a mural on a white wall with a black Sharpie she confessed before I could even ask what had happened.
Cupboards, the top of the Lego table, a bin of toys, and couch cushions on the floor, are just a few of her favorite, unconventional places I could find her playing.
There are scary stories too... the day she twirled right into a glass table that resulted in 17 stitches under her right eye, a severely broken arm from doing jumps on her scooter, her tricycle ride down a steep street with parents frantically chasing after her.
Wow, I am really grateful that there are teachers out there that still require these kinds of assignments!
1 comment:
I remember that cute little baby. What a great teacher to have you share those memories together!
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