You wouldn’t expect it, but we have childhood nostalgia mostly for the things that weren’t entirely perfect. For me it is metal playground equipment, the fact that my father was always late to pick me up from school, the terrible ice cream sandwiches you could buy at the school cafeteria for a dime.

Playground via

Scary playground equipment made us strong!


My brothers still email me when any of them comes across the hideous linoleum pattern we had in our kitchen. It’s so ugly it makes us collectively cringe.

March - Linoleum

The ugly linoleum pattern from my childhood kitchen.


As a parent I often forget that it’s these imperfections that make me nostalgic. I strive to give my kids the very best I can afford–sometimes even more than I can afford–in the hopes that their childhood memories will be as lovely and comforting to them as most of mine are to me. But I forget that when my brothers and I get together, what we talk about into the wee hours aren’t glossy, gorgeous memories of a shiny, happy past. What we talk about is the mess of a big family. The hardship. The crazy. The challenges. The times that we were left to wait in the car while our mother shopped in the air-conditioned Skaggs. The ghastly car itself. The madness. The joy of making it through, though, of growing up. Of being shaped by crazy, collective experiences. That is the root of nostalgia. True nostalgia is in the flawed memories. In the tire swings that went too fast. In the pool that was always far too cold and made you scream when you came up for air. In the blackberry bushes that resulted in sunwarmed bursts of flavor but left your arms covered in bloody scratches.

March - Blackberry


You remember the brain freeze of crunching the sno-cone after the flavor has been lapped out of the ice. The swing set that “bumped” because one of its legs had come free of the soil. Playing frisbee long after the disk grew invisible in the encroaching twilight. The sticky rivulets after an ice cream has melted all over your arm.

Goodbye Summer

Goodbye Summer

Nostalgia is the wry smile at these imperfections of life– and the realization that these little flaws are the true beauty of childhood. Because happy children don’t strive for perfection. Happy children simply enjoy life, whatever life dishes out. As a parent, it’s important to realize that to foster happy children, we should strive, not for them to have a perfect environment, but for them to learn to enjoy any environment. Our own nostalgia should help to remind us that the flaws in life can also be its beauty.

“Remember when…?” our childhood stories always begin. And they usually end in laughter and a little bit of collective pride. Because we survived all those little bumps and field trips to have kids of our own. And that is a bit of a miracle.


Photo Credits:

Playground Equipment via

Linoleum by Louis Motek.

Blackberries by Elsie Krohn.

Goodbye Summer via


Milda M. De Voe

Milda M. De Voe


Milda M. De Voe is the founding director of Pen Parentis, Ltd., a nonprofit that provides resources to authors who are also parents ( She writes under the name M. M. De Voe ( and has two great kids in Lower Manhattan.

Pen Parentis offers a $1,000 Fellowship to fiction writers who are new parents (must have one child under ten to be eligible) to help them stay on creative track. Winners are invited to read their work alongside established writers in September 2014 in Manhattan, and the winning story will be published by Brain/Child Magazine (application deadline April 16th and guidelines on