When I think back to my earliest memory, it's eating slices of Kraft yellow American cheese at my grandmother's house while getting ready for my aunt and uncle's wedding. Weird, I know. I was about 4 years old.
Hubs said something to me the other day that really resonated with me. We were playing with PhotoBooth on my iMac and CRACKING UP because all our faces were ridiculous and hilarious. And Ky and Ariana were laughing, too even though they didn't know why. And all of a sudden he stops and goes, "isn't it crazy that they will never remember any of this?" And to be honest, it made me sort of sad.
I would like to think that I'll remember all these little details of their childhood: Ky's favorite (and least favorite) foods... the little faces they make at me.. the sound of Ariana's coos when she wakes up in the morning... the way their clothes snug and cuddle their little bodies. Obviously there are a bazillion pictures to help document their childhood... but it's more than that. I want them to be happy everyday. I want them to feel loved and satisfied and cared for. I want them to feel like they have everything in the world they could possibly need. And I want all that for them, even though they won't remember they ever felt that way.
I guess that's where the phrase "living in the moment" comes from. Because sometimes, as hard as you try, you can't and won't remember certain details. Some days, I'm so hell bent on just surviving, that I forget to savor my own memories... little things like, how good that long, hot shower felt, a random hug and nuzzle from Ky, every tasty bite of a delicious lunch, or an extra long kiss from Hubs one evening when he gets home from work. I know these moments happen... but memorizing that feeling slips by me.
I hope to be better about that. To live in the moment, but also remember that moment. Take snapshots with my mind and not just my phone. Random details and not just the highlights. Good days and bad. Feelings and emotions. The laughter and the tears. Every second I can soak up. Because I want to remember it for me and for them. So that one day, they'll know they felt all those feelings. Even if they can't remember why.

10 comments:
Beautiful post! I feel like for some reason, January has struck a deep thoughts nerve with so many people in blogland, myself included! Your babies are beautiful and I have no doubts they feel your love for them every second :)
So true - and you have the CUTEST kids!!!
What a cute family! :)
Great post! :)
Lovely post! And I adore that picture :) Arianna def looks like "why did dad take my fruit pouch?!"
Love this!! It's such a good reminder to live in the now!
love this post! it is so true. I always wonder when they can start remembering the moments, too!
I hear you, mama. Thank goodness for all the technologies available to us nowadays that will help us preserve those moments. But sometimes nothing captures them better than your own memory and, as you say, living in the moment. You will be so grateful that you have this blog to read to yourself (and your kids) someday :)
It really is important to remember to live in the now. I do it so effortlessly sometimes because it's no surprise to me that life can be so short. Both of my parents died, a year apart from one another, when I was 19 & 20 years old. Loss like that makes you (eventually) realize how precious the little moments are. I remember so vividly times when I felt so safe from the world when I would hug my Dad. Those are moments you hope your kids remember... or at least I think. As I said, I'm no mom yet, but the lesson from my parents, though tough, will never be forgotten.
Your babies are precious. No worries, it sounds like they're always remember being loved.
Very well said! Great reminder for all mommy's!!
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