Home / Life / Motherly Stories In the future, our kids may not remember this, but we will I'll remember holding your hand as you took your first steps. Away from me. Towards the world. By The Domestic Queen Updated March 15, 2024 Rectangle My husband said to me this morning as he got the kids ready for a day out, “They’ll never remember. All this stuff we do with them, the places we take them…they won’t remember much of it.” He is right. They won’t. Not much of it anyway. But still, it matters. Because he and I will remember. Someday in the future: As the door opens and our son introduces his first girlfriend or boyfriend, we will remember a time when all that mattered in his world was his mum and dad. And that how we treated him painted the canvas of how he sees this first relationship. Related: These words from a stranger reframed my view on motherhood As our teenage daughter runs up the stairs claiming we don’t understand her, we will remember that all it took when she was 5-years-old was a kiss, a cuddle and soothing words and that although she has no memory of it, she returns for those words at age 15. We will remember as we choose the paint that will redecorate the hall, that we don’t have to worry about the expensive paint that you can rub handprints from anymore. And I will yearn, I will ache, for a tiny handprint on my wall. And as I watch my children with their children, I will remember that every trip to the park, every day we bombed them with love, every time we played hide and seek, shaped the map that they walked upon, in their quest to be a good parent themselves. And as I walk along the beach someday in years to come, my face lined with the creases of my thoughts, my moments of panic, my moments of joy, I will feel the hot sand on the soles of my feet and remember my child walking to the sea with his dad on a day that I thought would last forever, but has now long gone. I’ll remember. And my darling child, I will tell you what you don’t remember… Holding your 8 pound body against my skin in a feeling that would defy what I ever thought possible. Holding your hand as you took your first steps. Away from me. Towards the world. Holding your waist as you navigated a pathway that had imaginary crocodiles trying to snap your ankles. Holding it together when your daddy threw you up into the air, you squealing with delight, me squirming with anticipation. Holding a book, a breast pump, a baby and a hand while I read you a story. Holding back the tears when you had me filled with pride at your school play. And you may say, “I don’t remember any of that.” No. But I will. Related: Moms, keep planning the magic—even when it doesn’t seem like your kids feel it anymore And I watch you transition from child to teenager to adult to parent to home owner, I will know that what I remember keeps you close to me. And what you don’t remember, made you, you. And no matter how old you are, precious little child, should you find yourself up in the air, call us. Daddy knows how to catch you. Remember? Mam and Dad A version of this post was originally published on The Domestic Queen. It has been updated. The latest Women's Health Normalizing maternal exhaustion hid my real problem: Chronic illness Style 10 wide leg pants that are almost as comfy as pajamas–but look way more polished Motherly Stories Is your kid not eating the lunches you pack? Try these tips Viral & Trending This mom’s viral TikTok perfectly sums up ‘default parent resentment’—and yes, it’s REAL