19/08/2026
I think I’ve been thinking about childhood a little differently since becoming a mom.
Because what do we actually want our children to remember?
The big things, of course. Birthdays, Christmas mornings, holidays, family traditions…
But I have a feeling that some of the memories that stay with us the longest are the really simple ones. 🌿
Running around outside until it got dark. Muddy hands. Picking berries. Swimming in the sea even when the water was freezing. Climbing rocks. Finding little treasures that felt like the most important thing in the world.
I grew up in Northern Norway, so nature was always a big part of my childhood. And I was lucky to have a dad who taught me to appreciate it. He showed me how much there is to discover, and I think that’s where my own love for nature really started.
And now, watching William experience it all for the first time, I realise how much I want that for him too.
Maybe it’s even more important now, when our children are growing up surrounded by screens, technology and constant entertainment. I don’t want him to miss out on the magic of simply being outside — getting dirty, being curious, exploring, being bored, noticing the little things and looking up at the sky just to wonder. 🤍
Because maybe you don’t learn to care about something until you first learn to love it.
And if there’s one thing I hope William carries with him into adulthood, it’s that connection to nature. The same connection my dad gave me.
What’s one childhood memory in nature that you still remember vividly — and would love for your own children to experience one day? 🌿👇🏻