Will she remember kicking the ball in the park with daddy? Will she remember hsi strong hands pushing her on the swing? What about making pancakes and milkshake with mummy? And watering the plants on a hot summer's morning?
It came to me then that so many things I do now, are but a continuation of my own childhood comforts.
I still have to have chicken soup (just the way mum makes it) whenever I'm sick....no matter what the ailment is.
The smell of ta3meyya (falafel) takes me back, not to a couple of weeks ago when we were fasting lent...but to hot Cairo summer days when we were fasting in honor of Our Lady's ascension (I don't know why that specific one)
A warm summer's night always takes me back to those nights we spent on the balcony in our home in Shoubra. Enjoying the relief of the relatively cool breeze and solving crossword puzzles with dad.
Hearing Um Kolthoum or Abdel Halim takes me back...not to a couple of days ago when I listened to them in the car on my way to work...but to lovely spring evenings when I was a young girl, studying in preparation for end of year exams and listening to them on the radio (much to my parents dismay...they couldn't understand how I could study with the music on)
I still find comfort in remembering the late evening walks with dad in the summer...the voice of mum teaching us how to pray at night when we were but little children with our eyes closed and our hands clasped...waking up at dawn to prepare for our trip to Alexandria in the summer...staying up all night when it was hot, and sitting on the old couch all wrapped up in blankets when it was cold.
My husband and I have been parents for just over 2 years now. I suppose we always thought being a prent is about giving love, providing for our child and dicipline...and I'm sure it is...but I just realised today that it's also about giving them a comfortable place to reassure them when they're out in the world...It's about making memories together.