Memories are created when we consciously mark the moments.
Yesterday I took my youngest son to University. This will be the last time to do this, and each one holds memories, several of them consistent with each son.
Each time involved a trip to IKEA to buy things for their room, as well as the obligatory plate of meatballs.
Each time has also involved finishing the “move-in” process by helping that son make his bed at University, before leaving to allow the independence to begin.
These and other elements of the process, I know, are major markers in life for each son and for me as their father helping them in the process.