Never was there a more sentimental rabbit hole than the new Facebook app, On This Day. To prove it’s addictiveness, because it is “not yet available” to all users, I regularly sign on to my husband’s page to fall down it.
On this day in 2011, a naked and newly-2-year-old Asher sang/screamed “You are my sunshine” with his Aunt Jessie.
On this day in 2008, Jack started his first day of primary school in Ireland.
On this day in 2006, Ella was born.
I wish I remembered more of my babies than Facebook does. But the truth is, my memories are painted in wild watercolour, the edges only blurry splotches. I have visions of singing late night lullabies to a restless baby boy or how every day we’d find a new permanent mark on our rental walls, drawn by the hands of a wily toddler. I remember how she’d march down the centre of our Meath garden allotment, tearing fennel leaves off the top, shoving them straight into her mouth. She’d do this in grocery stores, too, not realizing their fennel must be bought before snacking.