Today i listened to an NPR program about human memory. Although i didn't learn anything new, it was definitely a reminder that our memory is reconstructive. This, in essence, means that we can control what type of memories we end up collecting as we go thought life, because we control what we put into our bank of precious moments. I would like to put every shiny moment in my memory piggy bank, because they make me feel richer, brighter, and more satisfied with my life. I'll also have to drop in there some of the not-so-pleasant memories that i deem to be necessary for their learning experience value, of course. But for the most part i will continue making an effort to treasure my life, to remember, to appreciate.
This week's memory bank items shell be:
On Tuesday Sara started her swimming lessons. She did great, although she said she didn't like going under water. The teacher was an older Russian woman, and she seemed very good at teaching and staying calm and positive, which is exactly what we need. I hope Sara will progress nicely. They assigned her to level 2, orange cap. I hope by the end of the summer she can float comfortably on her back.
Sara has shared with us yesterday that although her and her pre-school friend Michelle kiss on the cheek, with her friend Nathan they used to kiss on the lips. And they still do, but only once in a while now. I thought "oh-oh...its starting already!" It made me smile. How wonderful it is that she enjoys her school mates, and how much i wish for her to continue encountering people in her life that would make her feel good about being around them.
We went to have dinner at the Farmer's Market last night. I remembered the very first time Carlos and i were there, on our date, in the morning after the Bunbury concert Nov 5, 2009. I remember where we sat, what we talked about, how i felt that day (i was so shaken up, i was running a fever). I think we have come so far from that moment, and for all of its excitement, i so much appreciate the bond that we have today. Love is everything.
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