|Photo by Jeff Norris|
As we were reading the book, my son responded to each of the ways the elders defined memory. He questioned that memories make you cry, but then we talked about how maybe sad memories do make you cry. He agreed that sometimes memories do make you laugh. The last definition of memory was the one he most identified with though.
The last person Wilfrid asks “What’s a memory?” replies “Something as precious as gold. “ to which my son smiled and immediately said, “That is so true!”
I was struck by the fact that my son defines memory as more than the basic definition of its as an event that you remember, but instead understood how valuable memories are to a person. How did he come to this understanding? Is it because his mother takes pictures of and scrapbooks just about everything? Is it because he lives with his grandmother who is losing her memories? I am sure he sees how hard it is for her. Is it because he knows she values him as being as precious as gold and never wants to lose her memory of him?
I don’t know exactly why or how he can understand at the center of his being that memories are as precious as gold, but I am glad that he does. He continues to amaze me with his insights about life.