Nick still offers them, but I don't remember them all. I try to file them away in my head, occasionally note on Facebook, or blog them, when I need to just write them down somewhere...
Today was one of those long days and even though I didn't have to stress about dinner, things still seemed to crazy. I was being pulled in several directions and exhaustion and crankiness was setting in quickly. As I was helping Nick get ready for bed, he started talking about a school project.
"So, we had to write about our favorite place in Nicaragua (said with a perfect accent). We also had to draw a picture. So, I drew and wrote about my favorite place in Nicaragua which is Somoto Canyon."
I haven't seen the picture yet, but he drew pictures of us doing jumps off the tall rocks and floating in the water. I have a feeling despite my wanting to continually declutter, this might be a keeper of a drawing.
After he told me about his picture, I realized I was so much calmer and less tired. As I began to help him brush his teeth, it occurred to me that my favorite place in my home state at age 6 was likely a toss-up between my grandmother's house and the Dairy Queen (we could ride our bikes there). Nothing wrong with that, but at that moment I was once again reminded that at the tender age of 6, the LG has lived in two states in the U.S. and two additional countries. His favorite place in Nicaragua is a place I couldn't have imagined at his age, much less traversed through it like I owned the place. Nor did I ever ask my parents weekly, "When we move next time, what country are we going to live in?"
Those little tidbits sometimes have a very big effect....