Making Fun Childhood Memories
I have a head cold. Well, really just a sore throat. But still. It sucks because it’s summer. In southern California . Which means it’s 90 degrees. And all I want to do when I’m sick is snuggle up in sweat pants wearing no makeup, under a large comforter and just watch movies on the couch all day. Drinking tea, in my Little Mermaid sleeping bag and eating my mom’s toast she used to cut into “streets” for me when I was little.
Whenever I’m sick all I want to do is have my mom take care of me. Which, I obviously cannot do as I have two very young children to take care of, a husband, a house, a dog, and a very mean beta fish who charges at the glass whenever we feed him. So yeah, that would just be impossible. And silly, as it’s just a sore throat. But for now, I’ll take you on a trip down memory lane (pardon the glare on the pictures. They were taken directly from my mom’s photo albums & I didn’t dare lift the covering. There are relics, people) into random parts of my childhood that I truly miss: My giant pink Beauty and the Beast night shirt; perfect for those hot summer nights. I wish I still had that. Though, come to think of it, I bet that would barely cover my hips now. Haha! I miss my twin size teddy bear bed. There’s just something so cozy and comforting about a twin size bed, am I right? It’s just you in there! You can stretch out as far as that twin size mattress lets you! No spouse who may or may not steal all the covers when the air conditioner is cranked up. No kiddos sneaking into your bed after having a nightmare and then rolling on top of your face without even waking up. No baby grunting every two hours to breastfeed back to sleep. And though I honestly wouldn’t trade any of that for the world, sometimes it’s still nice to look back and fondly remember.
I miss that blind childhood faith that no matter what happened, my parents could make it better. Or try their very hardest to fix it. Whether this was bandaids, Bactine and Neosporin for a scraped knee; Lipton Tea with milk and honey for a sore throat, throw in some orange Triaminic (the best flavor) and we’re talking paradise; laying with me at night when I went through my insomniac stage and waiting until I finally fell asleep; or holding me while I cried about whatever childhood problem I was experiencing then. I also miss how they acted like they loved my “cooking”, even when I just slapped together some white Wonderbread and salsa.
Just enjoying the sunsets with my mom. Sure we’ll call each other if there’s a particularly good sunset going on. But there was just something about sitting on my parents’ brick porch and commenting on all the different shades of pink, yellow and orange streaking the sky. As cliche as it may sound, I miss laying on my back in the grass with my dad and staring at the clouds and pointing out different shapes to each other and what we thought they looked like. I miss tea parties with my toys.
To quote one of my childhood-favorite-movies, “Grease”, I miss those “suh-hum-merrrr niiiiiiiigh-hiiiiiiiii-ts”. And swimming in my parents pool and spending hours a day in there with my friends. I miss being really little and sitting on a kick board and leaning against my mom’s back as we pretended I was on a school bus (I promise you this was a blast!). And looking for the red bottomed plane fly overhead with my dad while I tried to show him my perfect handstand in the little end of the pool. Or being so cold after a long pool day that even a gigantic beach towel wouldn’t suffice, I had to lay stretched out on my stomach, face on the hot cement to soak up the sun’s warmth. I miss night swimming. And the endless hours of fun with water balloons. Or pretending I was a mermaid.
I miss eating Drumsticks solely to get to the chocolate part in the bottom of the cone. No offense to Drumsticks, but somehow that chocolatey part just isn’t as tasty now. Maybe it’s because I found Lindt chocolates as an adult & now no other chocolate can compete. There are so many fond memories I love thinking about from my childhood & the summer. And I want to recreate some of these memories with my children. And I want to make a ton of our own memories as our little family of four. And we’re going to start this weekend. I’ve decided. We’re making “camping ice cream”! Watch out for this weekend’s blog to see the recipe. What are some of your favorite summer childhood memories? And what traditions are you starting for your own family?