Memory is a Curious Thing

I lost my mom when I was just 19 years old. That is a relatively short period of time to know a parent.

My early memories of my mother are sparse and sometimes I question if I actually remember certain things, or if I am actually recalling the stories or home movies of those events rather than the memory.

I was thinking about a blog series entitled “In Search of My Mother” to see if I could recall other things, but right now I fear it would be a very short series.

I loved my mother very much. I went through a long period of time when I was angry at her for dying. I want to travel back beyond those painful years, but I am not sure how to proceed. I am envious of people who have so many wonderful and close memories of their mother from a very early age.

I have very vivid early memories of my grandfather and my dad, but not my mom. Is that because as children we are closer to the parent of the opposite gender?  Or is it simply because we had closer relationships?

So, I am curious if you care to share with me. It might help me unlock my own mysteries.

If you think back, what is your earliest memory of your mother? How about of your father? What age were you and why do you remember the situation?