We were walking to ballet class this morning and passed the old house of one of A’s friends, who moved away from the area last year. 

“Do you remember going to Santino’s house?” I asked. 

“Who’s Santino?” She replied.

I’ve started to notice that she is forgetting some things in the past that meant something to her. 

A. was good friends with this little boy and used to play with him a lot. But now he’s moved away and we haven’t seen him, she’s gradually forgotten about him. The same is true for my great aunt, who died last year. We chose not to mention it and she has gradually forgotten my aunt’s name. I get a tinge of sadness when I think that she’s forgetting these experiences and people. But then her whole life only spans four years and she’s learning so much every day she can’t be expected to remember it all. My first memory isn’t until around aged five. I think I can remember being stuck in my cot when I was a baby but then perhaps I made up that memory. Some people claim they can remember being born!

As children grow up they forget things but that doesn’t mean those things are any less important.

They might not remember a holiday as a toddler but the experience will contribute to their development. It’s important to capture as many memories as possible. 

Take photos, record video, keep mementoes from holidays and drawings from nursery. In the digital age the millennial dad can do this really easily storing things digitally without filling up our homes with bits of old paper. It’s good to hold onto things and bring them up in later years. 

I enjoy looking through all the old stuff my mum has kept about me over the years. Occasionally it sparks memories of the past, and often it makes me think about the happy childhood I had.