Mom and Dad,
I remember the times that I crawled all over you, from your head to your toes, from your fronts to your backs, and around and up again.
That was the best.
When I was a kid.
I remember the yelling from the downstairs to the upstairs, the please, please, please can I have another one, the why can’t I’s, and the sneaking treats until I was too full to eat dinner.
I remember laying with you while you read me a story, scratched my back, held my hand, made me feel better.
It’s my turn.
Now, while you watch from your seat at my table it’s my turn to say “sit down” five hundred times, remind that we use our manners, ask that we not pick our nose, and say shhh shhh shhh to loud voices.
Now it’s my turn to be climbed on, pushed on, and used as a jungle gym when I just want to eat my dinner.
While you look on and smile saying, “I remember when.”
So while these moments sometimes make me frustrated and I want to run to another room I remember they are an important part of childhood that she will remember, pass on, talk about.
She will see the smile on my face, the frown in my forehead, the change in my voice.
She will want to hold my hand, do what I do, and say what I say.
So I am aware.
And I remember.
So will she.