Memories are funny things. “Reflection, often repeated, becomes reality” my own personal quote.
I remember events in some ‘perfected’ way. As though these events did not include challenges:
I long for the days when my children were preschool age and life was simple.
I long for the days when I could do gardening and my joints didn’t hurt.
I long for the days when I wore size 6 and I had energy to spare.
If I think beyond those fleeting wishes, I recall:
Long days of exhaustion trying to keep up with two active preschoolers. While I adored my children, I was eager for just one long hot bubbly private bath! Life was not simple-I had to learn about neurology and what surgeries meant and how to navigate the complicated medical systems.
I cannot exactly remember ever working in the garden and my joints not hurting.
Imagine the delicious foods, and dinner with friends, I would have missed if I stayed a size 6. And the energy to spare, was a myth then, and remains a myth today.
Truth is, each day has it’s own pleasures and it’s own pain. Pain lets us grow, Pleasures help us endure the growth.
“We all pine for a time in life when things were simpler. Even when they weren’t necessarily simpler, hindsight makes them look a lot simpler.” Ben Gibbard
Perhaps that is the beauty of memories. We can choose, selectively, what we record for daily reflection.