My daughter cannot remember so much of her life.
I’ll ask her about things we did when she was 4 or 5, and she’ll look at me blankly. To me it’s a shame, because these were some of the most meaningful moments of my life. That she doesn’t carry them in her head feels like such a loss to me.
But that’s how it is for everyone, of course. I can remember a handful of events from early childhood, but no more. My girlfriend believes that these things are remain part of us on some level, still flavoring and informing our lives. I hope that’s true.
To compensate for missing memories, I’ve taken lots of photos. And for really important moments, like the Little Girl’s interactions with my deceased mom, I tell and re-tell certain anecdotes so that even if they’re not remembered, they’re still a part of my daughter’s life.