I used to have a little sister some 30 years ago, then life presented different paths to the members of the family and just a couple of days ago I found out that my little sister has become a “Conejito Asesino”
Even though she was the daughter of my sister, being I 15 years old by the time, that baby felt more like a little sister to me than a niece; a sweet child that I spent lots of time with playing and laughing and taught me the need of living creatures for connection with one another.
I used to have a little daughter some 25 year ago, then after following my path in life, after a moment to stop, rest and look around, I saw in the distance that my little daughter is no longer a child but a woman and now has her own daughter.
An “oops” from mother that gave birth to a child when I was 20 years old, so the little one felt more like a daughter to me than a sister, and with those big, curious eyes taught me about the fragility of a child and the need of an adult to protect them, not only about safety, feeding and love, but also about continuous observation for proper anticipation to create the guided path they need in those first years of life.
Now is about three strangers and only one with memories from the past.
It is so easy to remember the moments, the time spent with a loved child when he or she is just a couple of years old, when the little one is just a baby and look at one with those confused eyes of a creature just arrived to life.
At the other hand, who remember the experiences, the happenings when we are between zero and 5 years old? At most we have flashes of memories, loose images that come to us after some deep digging but bring us nothing more that a grainy, confused picture of a mostly confusing time.
So we, as adults, remember the moments but the child, being less than five years old will not, and the question that arises in my mind is what happens then when divorces occur and the couple splits when the children are below that tender age? Wouldn’t they forget the parent that walks away if they don’t spend time everyday with him/her?
It is so easy for adults to change paths while preserving the memories, yet children often time forget the previous memories to create new ones…without the adult that were a part of their life once and to become just a name from the past for them.
Then for adults is difficult to comprehend why the child seems to have forgotten all the beautiful memories from the past time together and the love given to them. The adult remembers, the child forgets.
I guess there should be more consideration for that element when adult mistakes from the past are corrected.
Just a thought