The Pressure of Making Memories (Not Me, Sister)

Memories. Every good mom wants her child to have great memories when they grow older. Every good mom wants her kids to talk and laugh around the Christmas tree in twenty years about the amazing presents they received when they were little. Every good mom wants her children to tear up at the fondness of eating fresh vegetables from the backyard garden that was created and tilled by the hands of the family that one, long, beautiful summer.


This trend in mommy-hood could possibly be fueled by Pinterest.

Or the growing number of Christian stay at home moms.

Or the unresolved issues we have as moms because we had crappy childhoods.

Well, allow me to clarify. I had a little bit of a crappy childhood. But it wasn't all crappy. I have great memories. However I don't remember my mom or my grandmother saying, “Let's do this so we can create memories.” or “We need to make memories today so we should…”

We did things because they were fun or because they were tradition. We went places to discover someplace new, or something new about ourselves. We played in the water hose and picked blackberries off the vine because my grandma did not want all of us kids in her house. We did things because we were just living.

I've put lots of thought into this subject, and by lots I mean- while I was driving picking up kids today and by that- I mean a few hours. I believe I'm a pinch guilty of wanting my kids to have great memories. I don't think I go out of my way to make it happen, but I do, in fact, want my kids to like their childhood. That's why we dye Easter eggs and why I spend too much money, and anxiety on Christmas.

But there is something I want more than my kids someday having great childhood memories.

I want my kids to be unforgettable adults.

I want them to make huge decisions for Christ, and I want them to stand firm and stand up when things are going wrong. I want my kids to be associated with other memorable adults of history: Martin Luther King, Jr. and Abraham Lincoln and Rosa Parks and JFK, and Mozart and Elvis and Mark Twain.

and Jesus.

My decisions for my kids will be based on how to make them strong, Christ-following adults who are rooted in an identity that is unshakeable. I'm not saying moms who want memories for their kids don't want those things, too. For me, I'm just afraid that focusing so much on creating memories will breed kids who think life is just full of fun and amazing moments. I mean, what happens when nothing phenomenal is created for them? Or what happens when no one is there to entertain them? Or what happens when they have to start paying bills and life just sucks? Because sometimes, life just sucks.

I wonder sometimes if Jesus' childhood wasn't left out of Scripture because it would just pressure moms even more than we already pressure ourselves. I'm certain Jesus had memorable moments with Mary and Joseph and his siblings, but what was more important was the ministry He was created for. I believe THAT is what matters most for my kids. Preparing them for the ministry they were created for.

Over the next few weeks I will write some posts on what decisions I make so that my kids will become Unforgettable Adults. You might not agree with them all, or maybe something will inspire you. Either way, I hope you will follow along.

What are some of your favorite childhood memories? Share with me, I'd love to hear them!

For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. (Ephesians 2:10 NLT)

LG|LP -Tiff

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3 thoughts on “The Pressure of Making Memories (Not Me, Sister)

  1. What a great thought – we never heard much about Jesus’ childhood because ultimately that wasn’t what was important. It was His ministry in adulthood that was no doubt shaped in His childhood but not through amazing memories, gifts or vacations. I’m guilty of focusing too much energy on ensuring my children’s childhood is filled with experiences and memories which isn’t all bad but now that one is grown and the other is well on his way, their greatest memories are the times we just spent talking about life. My own favorite memories are climbing trees, catching lightning bugs, exploring in the woods behind our home and riding bikes. Funny how times have changed – I don’t think my kids have done any of those things, lol.

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