Memento mori, latin for “remember your death,” is a powerful spiritual practice. When we recall that we are finite and that life is unpredictable, we can live with singular purpose and focus on the most important things.
Relatedly, I wonder what happens when we stop to memento infantia, “remember your infancy?”
For me, memento infantia is an occasion to imagine great love. Though I have no actual “memory” of it, I am certain that my infancy was marked by singularly loving care on my behalf. Daily, hourly, thoughtful, (sure, imperfect, but nevertheless) faithful love.
If love is the root of all faithfulness, of all trust, we do well to remember our infancy.
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