A couple of days ago, I was walking home near my place. And this cutest little child’s voice caught my attention. I looked over saw this little girl, with kind of a bowl haircut, walking with her mom. They were holding hands at first. It always melts and then almost stops my heart when I see mother daughter pairs, especially when they are younger. It makes me wonder what we were like together, when I was just a little kid. And I wish I could go back to those times to really soak them in and savor every moment of them.
First, I could hear the girl counting things. Trees? Cars? And her counting would go up to ten and then her mother would say, “Are there only ten? Are you sure?” And so the girl would start again, her mother obviously trying to get her to practise counting past ten.
The girl started saying, “eleven, sixteen, seventeen, twenty!” and skipping numbers. It was adorable. I couldn’t stop laughing but they were behind me so they couldn’t see my facial expression
The mother was pointing out some things for the little girl to look at. It was so cute, the way the girl would react. But I was almost in tears, wishing that I could get those moments back with you. Wishing that I could just hold my mom’s hand again, whether as a child or adult. It didn’t matter.
When they got to another corner, the girl put out her hands and asked her mom to carry her. Her mother lifted her up and started saying, “I see something that is…” And I realized it was the same game you would play with us a lot. You know the one where you would call out a colour or a shape or a word, and say you saw it somewhere, and we would have to point to what it is that you were referring to? Kind of like a parent-child version of Eye Spy. Yeah, they were playing that game.
I don’t even know if I remember actually playing it with you. All my childhood memories seem like such a fog. Sometimes, I think they are memories, and other times, I am not sure if they come from my own imaginings, or from photos, or from stories that other people tell me.
But this game in particular stands out, because I know that even just a few years ago, you would remind R and I about the game. I think you said that you would play it a lot with us, or especially with him, when you were in car.
So this woman said, “I see something that is red”, while she was holding her daughter in her arms and walking down the street. And her daughter was pointing out things that were’t red at all. So her mother started laughing. She seemed to be pointing to all the parked cars, but they were black and blue. Until her mom said, “Oh yes, the headlights are red.” I think it taught both of us something. We both needed to look a little closer.
And finally, it turned out that a red car and the fire hydrant up ahead were what the mother was actually trying to get her to see. But I guess the daughter made her see some other things she didn’t notice at first too.
Thank you, Mom, for playing games with us, for pointing out new colours and signs to us, and getting us to notice our surroundings more. I know maybe it was a game to keep us distracted an not bored during car rides or while we were waiting somewhere that was not within reach of other toys. But those games planted good memories, good feelings, and a closeness between us that lives on in me still to this day.
I could be so sad about seeing other mothers and daughters play such games around me. Missing you and knowing that that I could never bring that back. Or, I could pretend that maybe you planted that mother and daughter to play that specific game around me, just because you might not physically be able to do it with me right now. But you still wanted me to notice the red around me, the beauty, the child like freedom and the never ending love between a mother and daughter.
Love you, Mom.
Can you find more ways to play the game with me again?
Choose another colour or letter, or shape next time. And I will try to see what you are seeing. It will be like you are right there with me.
Thank you, Mom.