August 5th, 2005

Sealed Against Seeping

Watching Star Wars, Episode VI: Return of the Jedi a few weeks ago, Skylar fixated on the scene where Luke and Leia compare their memories of their mother. She spent days trying to remember as far back as she could in her own life. And for the first time the "wall" that drops between us and our early experiences became fully manifest. She was frustrated at not being able to remember much before she turned three. But one thing she did recall with perfect clarity was the moment during our first Christmas in Tucson when our twenty-year-old cat Tibbs got shiny holiday "confetti" in her fur, making Bean laugh and laugh and laugh.

That's a good first memory to have, even if it is tinged with sadness. La bête grise stayed around long enough to shepherd us through the transition from California to Arizona. Tibbs still lingers in her favorite sofa and ottoman, in the stories we tell Skylar about her antics, and in a few remaining Christmas tree silhouettes that pop up now and then to remind us where we came from.