As we approach the blog’s six moth anniversary and I look back over the posts I’ve written in that time, I’m so grateful that I did and so grateful that I will have those memories and the children will have those memories as they grow up.
Number One will know I am proud of her, just the way she is. She will know how happy she made me when she achieved new things. She’ll know also the things that worried me and why I pushed her so hard to be the best she could be. I hope she’ll look back and understand my decisions better then than she understands them now.
Number Two will know how much we love him, and would have loved him no matter what the future held. As a man when he holds his own baby in his arms and worries about their future, I hope he’ll feel less alone knowing we felt the same way too.
The Other Half, if I let him ever read it, will know just how much I love him and see what an amazing dad he is, even though I might nag and moan at him in our day to day lives.
But most of all, I think we’ll all look back and laugh in wonder at the things we did, the things we enjoyed, the things we found tricky, and marvel at how far we’ve come.
It’s made me more aware of collecting memories. I’m taking more photos and making the effort to be in front of rather than behind the camera some of the time. I want my children to know I am there with them, loving them. In 50 years as they show their children and grandchildren, they won’t care if my hair was messy or stomach was too large. They’ll care that they had a mum who loved them more than anything in the world, and I’m trying to remember that more.
Of course we can never record everything, nor perhaps should we, but I’m glad that in our own way we will have a snapshot of our lives. Who know maybe over the next six months I’ll find even more ways of saving the moments, I’m looking forward to having fun as I try.