As you might expect, Steve and I put a lot of thought into house-sitting before we actually made the move. We considered all kinds of possibilities, changes, challenges, rewards, and a whole gamut of other things. One of the things I hadn’t expected, though, was all the memories that would surface.
Now there’s no denying that over the years a few things
might have slipped my mind – especially in more recent years – but it would
appear that they are currently returning quicker than slipping. Plus, the ones
that are returning and what’s triggering them, is far from what I’d expect.
In our last ‘sit’ the main memory that surfaced is of being
a young child and watching my mum mow the front lawn in our very first house.
Then of me, a little bit older, enjoying mowing the exact same lawn on a warm
British day, with an identical, but slightly newer, lawn mower. So what
triggered that recollection? Mowing a small front lawn with a pusher mower – something
it would appear I still enjoy.
Then in our current house (which we moved into over the
weekend, and which has no lawn for me to mow), I’m reminded of how much I love
living in a two-storey house. Something I don’t think I’ve done since
emigrating here almost thirty years ago, and something I enjoy doing simply
because of the fun of running up and down stairs. Strange, huh?
Then the thought of running up and down stairs as a child
reminds me of Mum’s familiar comment about how many times she used to come and
find me unconscious at the bottom of the stairs. Apparently I made quite a
habit of running full pelt towards the stairs, stubbing my toe as I landed on
the second or third stair, passing out from the pain and landing at the base of
the stairs.
Which reminds me of… and so the memories go, one after the
other, triggering all parts of my life long buried. The wonderful thing is,
though, that everything that’s surfacing is making me smile or inspiring me to
move forwards. How wonderful is that? I’d have been happy with just the
memories.
I know that woman, the dog, the mower, that lawn and that street!
ReplyDeleteFunny about that isn't it, Sharon? So funny :-)
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