Making Memories

Our son Brad and his family are living in chaos right now. That is expected with moving and besides they have a three year old.

I called one night to visit. My daughter in law kept interrupting because their 3 year old was riding his bike down the middle of the road on their new street. “Austin you can’t ride your bike on the road. Someone will run over you.”

After moving over the last load from the old house the car keys disappeared. Brad searched for 3 ½ hours. “Where would a 3 year old put a set of keys if he had millions of boxes to choose from?” Of course, in the bottom of a Rubbermaid filled with his mother’s underwear.

Brad decided to watch a DVD in the new house late one night but the remote was missing. He inserted the disc and the loud, dramatic intro music kept looping around, begging someone to press enter so the movie could start. ENTER refused to operate without the remote. After hearing the same theme about 17,000 times Brad's sleepy wife came into the family room and helped with the searching. Both of them tried to think like a three year old. Nothing. No sign of the remote.

Next morning two little boys were flipping through the channels watching early morning television. Neither one of them remembered where they had found the remote. They hadn’t realized that it was lost in the first place.

Maybe it is not a surprise that Austin keeps asking, “When can we go home?” He probably wants to ride his bike down the middle of the road like he always did at his old house, where everyone was happy and watched out for little kids on bikes. I think Brad would like to go home as well. That is why we move – so we will always have good memories of our old houses.