Thomas started kindergarten this week–kindergarten! Seems like just yesterday that we were dropping him off at daycare for the first time. Okay, maybe not yesterday, but it doesn’t feel like five years. Time is strange: days drag, years fly–unless you’re a new Kindergartener with no concept of time. For Thomas, a long time ago could be an hour, month, or year. He remembers a few things from two and three. For instance, he remembers his first tornado warning, in his three-year-old class, when he and his classmates had to huddle in the daycare bathroom.
I only have a handful of vague daycare memories. I remember once having my mouth washed out with soap for spitting. I remember once having a nightmare while laying on my mat during nap time. And I remember getting my “willy” caught in my zipper. That’s it. With predominant memories like that, it’s no wonder I can’t remember anything else, which is a shame because I’m sure daycare was mostly a fun and happy experience, full of blocks and trucks and dinosaurs, much like it has been for Thomas. Why I don’t remember the fun and happy part is beyond me. It is concerning, however.
Apparently, behind my back, my brain has been conspiring against me and erasing my happy memories without my consent. This is a treacherous thing for a brain to do, which is why you should keep your friends close, but your brain closer. Admittedly, I haven’t been checking in with my brain much, so without my support it decided to make mischief. I’m not sure I can blame it. It probably gets bored sitting up there, wobbling around all day, and doesn’t have much else to do. Or, maybe my brain is just a fan of ‘90s teen dramas, which is why it retains so many cringeworthy memories from high school–I’d rather have my infantile memories from daycare.
By the time Thomas is my age, some technocratic billionaire will likely have developed a microchip to implant to store happy memories and bypass mischievous brains. Until then, the best we can do is check in our brains from time to time to see what they’re up to.
Anyway, Thomas has had a great start to kindergarten. Despite all of our worries, he seems happy as the proverbial lark. And despite his happiness, when we ask him what he did in school each day, he says, “I can’t remember.”
Forgetting happy memories starts early.
So stinking cute! While Peter hasn’t started kindergarten yet, we do like to ask him what his favorite part of the day has been. It’s fun to listen to answers. On days Steven works it’s usually “dado coming home.”
It’s funny, we’ll ask Thomas about what they did in class and get mostly one word responses, but ask if what he did on the playground and he’ll give us the whole play by play
As you said, “days drag, years fly.” Our daughter is 31 now, and I can’t understand how that happened so fast. Those years are a blur now, although occasionally I’ll remember some weird and happy detail I’d previously forgotten. I hope you will find the same true for Thomas’ early years.
Yeah, strange how memories blur and but a few weird, vivid details stand out.