9:20 pm | December 22, 2014
I wanted to pick a point in time from years past to center this bite-sized reflection, but you can’t pay more for a “game-worn” or even a “replica” memory, so time-stamping these memories with this exact-ish time will do.
The fickle part of remembering is you’re not exclusively confined to your frame of view. When I think about my five year old self now, I’m definitely not connecting the dot of my “now” thought to some plane of my “then” thoughts. I am remembering myself at that general point in my life, but even if I have the slightest memory of those more than extraordinary experiences my recall favors over others, the contextuality belongs to my brother, and overwhelmingly more, to my mom and dad.
For the past 26 years, that pair has nurtured, learned, and molded us into two individuals that are unafraid to make fringe-spectrum decisions, with the comfort that we always have support to fall back on. That give themselves completely to their passions and work. That are quick learners. That enjoy long bike rides (albeit at an above average pace). That appreciate equality as essential to relationships. That want to be the ones tackling the tough problems. That know the most incredible mornings are those when woken up by the smell of pancakes on the griddle. That believe the best of something can come from a wholly unexpected source. That know the happiness of a packed lunch, regardless of the flavor of the applesauce.
I can’t pin when I first claimed these as pseudo-mantras, but for most, their worth is always apparent when I’m uncomfortable. This uncomfort, whether it was going off to college or moving to Cleveland or working at a young company, was mine to conquer, with mom and dad as my anchor.
Mom and dad moving to Paris certainly fits this notion of uncomfort. And this, this willingness to seize a chance opportunity, even though it’s scary, is becoming by favorite memory-mantra. And if it’s not too much to ask, I hope they write about Paris, so I’m not too uncomfortable when I come visit.
1:16 am | December 25, 2014