It's not a crime that our kids grow up. I have truly loved every stage Madeline has grown into over the last several years and motherhood is raising kids, not keeping kids. I'm not scared of the number five or kindergarten or bikes without training wheels. I know I'm going to love 5 because 1, 2, 3 and 4 were more fun than I thought possible.
No, the crime isn't that our kids grow up but that we can't remember our days with them. Maybe I'm the only one with a terrible memory but I seriously have a hard time remembering what I did last week so you better believe my memories of Madeline as a baby and toddler are scarce and few. I can recall bits and pieces but only when I look at pictures and read through my old blog do I remember specific events and daily routines.
That's the reason I mainly blog about the fluffy, happy things in my life. Because 30 years from now, I want to remember the joyful details and why I laugh all the time. We know life isn't shiny and perfect all the time. My life is not a Pinterest board. There's way more sadness, stress and exhaustion than my Facebook statuses or Twitter updates let on. But sometimes sadness is easier to remember than happiness later in life so for all these reasons and more, I chose now to capture the small, happy details in my life.
But 30 years from now, I'm probably going to wonder why I was so obsessed with butter. Actually, I bet you $100 and a Cracker Barrel chicken fried chicken plate that I'll still be obsessed with butter in 2042.
For today, I hope I forget how exhausted I was this morning after staying up until 2 a.m. and how Caleb woke up throughout the night. I hope I forget how tired my legs felt after grocery shopping and how I really really didn't want to put away the groceries. I hope I forget how Caleb cried in the car because I left his pacifier behind.
What I want to remember about today is Joe took Caleb outside to the porch swing to listen to the pouring rain after Caleb started fussing during dinner.
I want to remember how we finished our meal outside because Madeline wants to be near The Basketball Player at all times.
No, the crime isn't that our kids grow up but that we can't remember our days with them. Maybe I'm the only one with a terrible memory but I seriously have a hard time remembering what I did last week so you better believe my memories of Madeline as a baby and toddler are scarce and few. I can recall bits and pieces but only when I look at pictures and read through my old blog do I remember specific events and daily routines.
That's the reason I mainly blog about the fluffy, happy things in my life. Because 30 years from now, I want to remember the joyful details and why I laugh all the time. We know life isn't shiny and perfect all the time. My life is not a Pinterest board. There's way more sadness, stress and exhaustion than my Facebook statuses or Twitter updates let on. But sometimes sadness is easier to remember than happiness later in life so for all these reasons and more, I chose now to capture the small, happy details in my life.
But 30 years from now, I'm probably going to wonder why I was so obsessed with butter. Actually, I bet you $100 and a Cracker Barrel chicken fried chicken plate that I'll still be obsessed with butter in 2042.
For today, I hope I forget how exhausted I was this morning after staying up until 2 a.m. and how Caleb woke up throughout the night. I hope I forget how tired my legs felt after grocery shopping and how I really really didn't want to put away the groceries. I hope I forget how Caleb cried in the car because I left his pacifier behind.
What I want to remember about today is Joe took Caleb outside to the porch swing to listen to the pouring rain after Caleb started fussing during dinner.
I want to remember how Madeline loves giving thumbs up and corn on the cob.
I want to remember how Madeline loves rainbow nail polish on her toes.
I want to remember how Madeline crosses her legs like a tiny lady.
I want to remember how Madeline might cross her legs like a lady but still act like the hilarious 4-year-old she is when she realizes I'm taking pictures of her.
2 comments:
I especially love this post because I agree with it so much. I find myself mainly writing positive things, because why on earth would I want to remember all the bad stuff (exception...I chose to write a bunch of stuff just to myself after Toby was born because I heard that you just forget, and I didn't want to forget and make a decision based on misinformation). Anyway, I say, yes, wholeheartedly that the years keep getting better. They stay cute (at least to the parents),and the conversations...wow, the conversations. Last thing (before my comment is longer than the post itself), I am literally laughing out loud because that last picture is so YOU.
Great post :-) So true!
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