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Childhood Memories

Last fall, a guy came knocking on my door. He had purchased the derelict house next door and wondered if I would sell my not-so-derelict house as well. I would be lying if I said I wasn't tempted. The housing market in Saskatoon isn't strong. A friend has had her house on the market for four months and hasn't had a single offer.
Which memories will our children remember forever and which are they going to forget? Are they going to remember the few times I got upset when they spilled their milk or all the times I told them not to worry about it? Are they going to remember all the times I attended their school events or the few times I couldn't be there?
My son is 16 years old now and when I look at him, my heart is full of pride at the wonderful young man he is turning out to be. I'd like to share this story of Zachary, which was written about him in our local newspaper in Toronto about Zachary's first business venture.
Like my parents before me, I have tended to go a bit overboard in the present department, vowing each year that I would buy less, and give more. Well, this year I can proudly say I've done it. I am not sure whether it was the weather, the state of the economy, or losing some special friends this year, but I've found it harder to get into the Christmas mood, so I have shopped less and donated more.
Mother and daughter relationships are complicated, in no small part because we are all growing up together. Any mother who does the best she can is good enough -- more than good enough.