She said she remembered always feeling badly that we were so poor. She said she always wished that she were able to do more for us kids, that she always longed to give us more.
Her answer surprised me because that’s not what I remember at all.
I remember that she rode bikes with us all over the neighborhood, that she let me pull all the stuff out of her cabinets and play in them, that she taught me how to play jacks and how to make a necklace out of clover, that in the winter she and dad would load up the car with all the kids they could find in the neighborhood and take us ice skating, that she was the den mother for my brother’s cub scout troop, that she worked in the school office, that she once made an abusive nun stand down, that she never sent me back to my own bed when I was scared. That’s what I remember.
If there is a lesson here, it is this: Skip the Wii (whatever that is) and the expensive electronics and hang out with your kid.
Because that’s what they will remember.
Disclaimer: This post is not really about the Wii.