So then…a sailboat skims the lake on a TV show and my son, Tucker, age 12, says, “That looks cool. I want to go sailing someday.”
I pause the TV. “You DID go sailing! Don’t you remember? At Club Med!”
“What’s Club Med?” he asks.
“Omigod, you don’t remember that? We went to Club Med a few years ago on vacation – and you went sailing – and jet skiing!”
A few months later, a neighbor kid talks about losing her first tooth, so I say, “Tucker lost his first tooth at the Alamo!” Tucker laughs and says, “Yeah, while eating popcorn!”
My daughter, Chloe, age 9, says, “You guys went to the Alamo? Isn’t that in Texas?”
“Yes! You were there too! Don’t you remember?” I ask.
“No. Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure! Don’t you remember the Texas family reunion – and we all toured the Alamo?”
A few months later, we talk about buying raffle tickets for the school fundraiser. Chloe says, “Nah, I never win anything.”
“Sure you do,” I say. “Remember when you won bingo on that cruise a few years ago?”
“Cruise?” she says.
Why in the world am I saving up all my pennies to pay for vacations for these kids when they don’t even remember GOING on the vacations?
Sure, they were young back then, but REALLY? Those were some of the coolest, most fun, most special family memories – and they don’t even recall BEING there?
At the time, they had a blast! But now, they act like anything earlier than a couple years ago is just a blurry fog.
How did we go from “this is the best vacation ever!” — to “what vacation?”
Nemo’s Dory has a better memory than these kids!
They seem so skeptical, I pull out the photo albums for evidence!
“Here you are at the family reunion on the beach! Yes, that little guy on the raft is YOU!”
“Look, here you are – smiling and laughing on a Disneyworld roller coaster!”
“Here you are on a jet ski! No really, that’s you. That is NOT photoshop. I SWEAR that’s you!”
Honestly, when I think of all the money I had to save to afford going to cool places –
the finagling to get time off work –
the stress of travelling/what do you mean your tummy hurts?/ahh! pass the barf bag –
and the hassle of packing/unpacking/where are those friggin’ water wings? –
And they don’t even REMEMBER that we went on the vacation?!
It makes me wonder why I went to all that bother!
Oh yes, yes, I know that it was probably great for their brain development to go new places and do new activities when they were early grade schoolers, toddlers, tots, and wee ones – even if they can’t remember it now.
And yes, of course, we’re lucky to go on a vacation at all.
And yes, yes, it was enjoyable for us as a family to spend that quality time together.
But whatEVER, people!
A more clever mama WOULD have just photoshopped their kids’ pics into exciting locales and PRETENDED to have vacationed there!
I could’ve saved a bundle!
From now on, I’ll just sprinkle FAKE MEMORIES into my conversations — and the kids will likely believe me since they can’t remember anything anyway!
“These croissants are delicious! Reminds me of that time we all vacationed in Paris.”
“Hey, remember when we cruised up to Alaska and went glacier-hopping?”
“Wow, it’s so hot today – just like our tour of those Hawaiian volcanoes – remember?”
And if they look skeptical, I’m just gonna keep selling it, like it’s totally real.
“This pizza’s almost as good as the pizza we had in Italy. Yeah, we vacationed in Italy. You don’t remember? Oh, sure you do. We went rollerskating at the Sistine Chapel? The Pope stopped by to play badminton? Then Johhny Depp flew us to his private island – and Beyonce came by for paintball? You don’t remember that? Omogish, SO much fun. Pass the pizza, honey.”
Then I’ll just stare off dreamily, smiling – while they look at each other, completely confused.
And if they ask for photographic proof – oh, I will make it, baby –
I WILL MAKE IT!
— Darcy Perdu
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(OK, seriously, when do kid memories kick in? And why didn’t someone tell me? I would’ve just plopped them in a sandbox until THAT age — THEN take them on cool vacations! Am I the only one whose kids don’t remember all the awesome stuff that happened in their early years?)