Welcome, y’all! So happy you’re joining me here today. Today’s Wednesday so that means it’s time for WWBC and today’s topic is favorite memories. I have my own way of defining that term and I can’t wait to share that with you. So, let’s get to it!
To say something is a “favorite” denotes that that something has worth, it’s valuable. There’s something to be gained from such a thing or event or time. It also infers that these things are all of a happy nature. I dare to believe otherwise and I prefer to refer to use the term valued memories rather than my favorite memories.
Paring down my memories and pinpointing one more valued above all the rest would be impossible. I’ve led an extremely full life and have a plethora of memories to show for it. Adventure is a word I embrace because I’ve lived adventurously. I also have a theory that a valued memory, a defining moment if you will, doesn’t necessarily have to be a “good” one. I think memories of value can be treasured even if the lesson came hard won through the school of hard knocks, even if it might be considered “bad” in a way, sad or painful.
I believe at the top of anyone’s list of valuable memories are probably two or three standards. These are the milestone memories: graduation day, wedding day, the birth of a child. These are easy to point to and say, that! That was the happiest, best, most treasured day, time, memory of my life. While I’ll eagerly admit those days are tops in my life, as well, there are so many memories in between, down in the valleys nestled among those peaks, that I treasure and find value in. Every single one taught me something. Some are over the top happy, some might seem mundane, and some are honestly sad. Not every valuable memory is a trip through the tulips.
Holding my son for the first time and thinking, there’s someone in this world so much more important than I am. I’m now responsible for this tiny creature and his well-being.
Getting engaged at Christmas and believing for the first time someone loved me unconditionally, wholly and completely warts and all. Someone loved me with his entire self.
Watching as the movers packed all my worldly goods to be either stored or shipped to Okinawa and musing, wow! There’s a whole world waiting out there for me to see it, taste it, hear it, experience it, learn from it. I’ve moved many times since then and each time I’m excited to be going on another adventure, see what else is out there I’ve yet to see, taste, hear, experience, and learn.
Seeing the ocean for the first time and just being blown away by the vastness of it and knowing that there was some force way bigger than me in control.
The day I mustered the strength and amount of self-love necessary to leave an abusive relationship. I remember telling myself, leave, leave now and don’t look back, and find a man who’s worthy of you and will treasure you for life, who’d never stoop so low as to strike out at you in anger. Never settle for less than you are worthy of.
Watching my son walk away from my house and drive away to his new life. He was a man now. I was proud. Yet, I was so, so, so very sad to see him go. Life is filled with happy moments that positively slay our hearts.
The first time I attended the Marine Corps Ball with my husband who’d vowed to love me with his entire self. It dawned on me then, every woman deserves and is worthy of being a princess if only for that one special night of the year.
Watching the towers fall. Fear is tangible in moments where you don’t know if your loved one is coming home because he’s one of the few and the proud and you know he’s now on alert. In this defining moment I am reminded that while the world is an uncertain scary place at times, you can’t hide, especially if you’re married to a man in the military. You have to learn to live fully in the unknown and honor those who fight for that reality of freedom for us every single day.
The first time I wrote The End. It bolstered my belief in finishing what one starts and never quitting even when one would like to not only quit but cry. My sense of accomplishment was enormous that day!
The first rejection letter I received. I learned that day how to give myself a pep talk and convince myself to try again even though the thought of getting another no was painful. I also learned not everyone will think you’re as awesome as you do, and that’s perfectly okay. You’re your own best cheerleader. Shake your pom-poms in the face of defeat and march on!
Watching our youngest grandchild take his first breath. He was the only one, so far, I had the privilege of being in the room with when he was born. After crying a lot of happy tears, I thought, now my son’s responsible for a tiny creature. Is he ready?!
Sitting with my grandmother for hours on end, listening to her stories again and again. Laughing with her. Crying with her. Holding her frail hands. Loving her as cancer took her one breath at a time from us. I’d never trade those moments for anything. They were precious days to me.
Seeing for the first time the homeless population of the greater Vancouver, Washington and Portland, Oregon area. Oh, my gravy, y’all! Numbers you cannot possibly keep track of. And as I learned one day in the parking lot of a chain restaurant, not all of them even know they’re homeless because they’re off their meds (for real, no joke) and have no idea where they are, where their family is, or where they came from. Queen Victoria’s daughter greeted me that day and told me in vivid detail how her father had mercenaries after her, and did I know I was the color red? One take-away from all that: compassion for one’s fellow human.
Standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon with tears rolling down my cheeks at the overwhelming, gargantuan beauty. Appreciate all that is around you.
Hearing my own heartbeat. It’s a phenomenon associated with an anechoic chamber. There’s such a “chamber” at The National Shrine of Our Sorrowful Mother in Portland, Oregon. In the upper level gardens there is a meditation chapel. It’s not labeled an anechoic chamber, but it’s noted it’s so quiet you can hear your own heartbeat if you listen carefully enough—the basic definition of an anechoic chamber. One of the most profound moments of my life. I mean seriously profound.
I could go on and on, y’all, but I know this is getting lengthy, so I’ll leave it here and thank each of you for stopping in and having a read today. If you’d like to follow along the “hop” today, be sure to go by Long and Short Reviews for the complete list of participants and links to their memories.
Have a valuable memory you’d like to share? Drop it in the comments!