I went to this concert not giving a second thought to anything other than:
Did I get the kids settled before we left?
I wonder how bad traffic is going to be…
But when we got to the concert and started listening to the music the weirdest thing happened…the artist, and I won’t tell you who it was..you can go to my Instagram feed to see..started playing a song that instantly opened the flood gate of memories except it wasn’t just memories.
Not that the memory of riding in the back of a minivan on the way to seventh or eight grade volleyball game singing this very song at the top of my lungs with two other girls isn’t a good memory but I also remember the feelings..it was like an out of body experience.
As I sat there tonight I started remembering and thinking about a part of who I am that I had forgotten about. Not suppressed necessarily, these are all amazingly happy memories but just through the course of life, and because of the responsibilities to be the person I am today, I seem to have forgotten a little bit about who I was back then.
Is this making any sense?
Either way, for a split second I was a little sad that it took this concert to remind me but the very next second was joy. Joy at remembering the person I was then, the people who surrounded me and how all of it has made me who I am today.
It also made me thankful to have had the upbringing I did, I wouldn’t change it for anything. The small town, which I often miss, the people I saw on a daily basis, which I definitely miss and just the feel of childhood.
It also made me realize the importance of my role as a parent in helping to create the environment where my kids will also be able to create the memories they will remember loooonnnggg after their over.
Ever have a moment like this? What sort of things cause you to think like this (i.e. books, songs, smells)?