Re: The Moment Jars

To answer my own question first, I thought it would make me into the man I wanted to be.

Now to address Devon's questions on her provocative post. This a continuation from my comment, which went something like this (I had planned on copying and pasting it but it didn't work out):

Cherish? This is a two part. I was a little boy in Disney World with my mom and some friends. We wanted to go on one last ride, Mr. Toads Wild Ride (which doesn't exist anymore), before the fireworks, which were about to start. We thought we could make it. My mom knew we wouldn't, though she didn't try to stop us. When we went on the ride she acted like it was the best ride ever; she was very funny. In that moment she made it the best ride ever. When we came out and looked up, we saw that the fireworks had just finished. I didn't care though, and although I was only a small child, I realized how much my mom wanted me to be happy and how much she loved me. Though I didn't fully realize depth of this at the time.

A few years later, I still remembered that moment. And then, just sitting at home, I was able to understand more fully just how much my mom really loved me. Suddenly, a flood of moments filled my mind and I began crying uncontrollably, for my own personal psychological reasons. Then, of course, my mom found me and asked what was wrong, I couldn't explain myself to well, but mostly I felt guilty, and her loving concern made it all the more worse. I still think about these two moments.