A grandfather I know was talking recently about encouraging his grandson to memorize poems. He wasn’t sure which poem he would next choose to send to him. That got me to thinking about my own childhood.
My father invested in a wonderful set of Childcraft books that I still have today. The first volume was full of relatively simple rhymes, such as you would read to the very young. Then, the next volume had more complex poems, and the third was filled with fairy tales. I loved those books and still have them. They’re a treasury of warm memories for me.
Today on the radio I heard a reflection from the daughter of a man who died with Alzheimer’s. She spoke of how he was always “there” for his children, and as he tucked them into bed and helped them drift off to slumberland, he would cover their faces with soft tiny kisses. What a sweet memory to have!
Treasure your memories. They are filled with love.