I was having a conversation with Hubby dear's youngest daughter. She's 10 years older than my daughter. When her father and I met she was 13. She watched my daughter grow up.
Suddenly she says, "What was S's imaginary friend's name? I remember she had one, but I can't remember the name."
I was blank. That was so long ago. She's 27 now. Did she have an imaginary friend? Damn, I should know! She's MY daughter.
I thought for a little. Then, yes! I remember. Her friend was Hakey. And once...when she couldn't sleep for night terrors, she conjured a magic sword named Sunshine. To let light into the darkness. And her word for broken was "pootoo". For a while, if anything was broken the whole family knew it was pootoo.
How could I forget? What else have I forgotton? How many precious bits are lost to me?
I didn't keep a diary. Didn't have one of those cute baby books. If blogging was around back then, I didn't have a clue.
Maybe as I remember these little things, I'll just post them here. And as the grandbabies grow, I'll make sure I don't forget. Again.
This blogging was a scary thing for me. But maybe, it's not so scary after all. Maybe...it's a little gift I can give myself. When I forget something that may not have seemed important in the moment, I can look back later and see the precious bit it really is.