avatarSally Prag

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The website content is a reflective personal essay titled "Those Precious Moments Tucked in Our Memories," which explores the author's nostalgic journey through childhood memories of their children, emphasizing the emotional impact of these moments.

Abstract

The essay is an intimate exploration of parenthood, capturing the author's reflections on cherished memories with their children. It begins with a simple act of making a packed lunch for their youngest child, which triggers a cascade of flashbacks to moments such as swimming lessons, cycling milestones, and potty training triumphs. The narrative weaves through the joys and milestones of childhood, highlighting the unique personalities of the author's children and the profound connection between parent and child. The author expresses a deep appreciation for these memories, acknowledging that while time passes quickly, the creation of new precious moments never ceases. The essay concludes with the author returning to the present, grateful for both the past and the ongoing journey of parenthood.

Opinions

  • The author values the small, everyday moments as much as the major milestones in their children's lives.
  • There is a sense of pride and wonder in the way the author describes their children's achievements and quirks, such as the middle child's selective eating habits and her unique approach to skipping.
  • The author seems to believe that these collected memories, both big and small, are instrumental in shaping the lives they and their children have lived.
  • Nostalgia is presented as a powerful force, capable of bringing past emotions and experiences vividly back to life.
  • The author suggests that the process of memory-making is continuous and that parenthood is a dynamic, ever-evolving experience.

POETRY

Those Precious Moments Tucked in Our Memories

Triggers and flashbacks that shape the lives we have lived

Photo of author’s daughter. © Sally Prag

This morning, preparing a packed lunch for my son heading out on a school trip, it brought flashbacks of times gone by. At nine, he is the youngest of my three.

Memories of end-of-the-day lunchbox-opening, to find unwanted crusts of sandwiches and browning banana skins. My middle girl, notorious for taking just one bite of sandwich, two of apple, yet the chocolate bar would be all gone.

She got her nutrition at home instead.

Other precious memories flash by. Of swimming; swishing my boy through water from only nine-weeks-old; Underwater at twelve-weeks-old. Smiles, gurgles and bubble-blowing, As I floated him around the pool in those delicious baby days.

Of biking; mastering the balance bike, and riding a two-wheel pedal bike for the first time. The elation on their faces as they filled with self-empowered independence.

The day my middle child announced she was a big girl and didn’t wear nappies anymore. Even at night. She decided when she was ready to stop wearing nappies and use the potty, …or the toilet… and she never missed the mark.

The same one that always skipped with only one leg. She insisted that she couldn’t skip with two. Until, one day, she did, without even realising it.

Those were the days she skipped in circles at the pre-school ballet class. Years later, she danced ballet en pointe Tapped out Le Freak, And leapt about the stage with such passion and grace, she forgot herself.

And now, I am back in the present. Here I am — here and now. But the precious memories remain and precious memories keep being made.

Precious times gone by, flying by. But precious times never stop coming ❤️

Photos featuring author’s daughter with the permission of Matt Round Photography

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