I was just thinking about this… I think that God knew what he was doing (of course) and it is a real blessing when you think about how few specific memories from childhood we each hold onto into adulthood.
Overall, we remember general traditions, feelings, routines, special things, etc. We don’t remember a lot of nit picky, specific things so much.
I am glad that my children will remember the overall feeling of our household and our lives instead of all of the specific mistakes I have made and will likely continue to make as they grow into adulthood. I feel like I’m finally getting better at this parenting thing now that I’m 7+ years into it.
What if my kids remembered the frazzled new mommy that I was back when they were babies?! My poor daughter would likely be scarred for life because I admittedly wasn’t very good at handling all of the emotions that go along with parenting. I took care of her well enough, I think. She was fed, she was clothed, we did go to playdates and all of that.
I was pretty much an emotional and physical wreck after her birth, though. Not only that, but I had a lot of troubles with identifying my role in adult friendships. None of my previous friends had children, so I found myself alone until she was a few months old. Even then, I hadn’t figured out the best dynamics in being part of a grown up friendship and ended up making poor decisions and also some good ones. Nonetheless, I went through friend groups several times before finally deciding how I need to approach new friendships and to repair broken ones.
I have done a lot of growing over the past 7 years. Thank goodness the memories will be of a strong, outgoing, happy mom that would do absolutely ANYTHING for her sweet children.