
I feel like I haven't posted in a while, but the effort it will take to go track down the camera and download all the fun pics from this last week is well, a bit beyond my capabilities today so...unfortunately today you will have to settle for my words. Yikes - this could be scary. We are super busy with all the regular Christmas stuff and so I feel like the blog has been majorly neglected. If this blog was a child, CPS would have already intervened!
So I have been doing a lot of thinking lately... strange I know, but occasionally it does happen? I was laying in my boys bedroom the one night after they were asleep and I was reminded of the magic of a child's bedroom. Ask me what I ate for lunch three days ago and I wouldn't be able to tell you - but ask me to describe my bedroom at 10 and I could recreate it for you in absolute detail. Why is that? Why is childhood captured so vividly in our minds. I truthfully don't remember the address that I lived at a year ago when we moved to Arizona but I remember every address of every home I lived in as a child (and believe me there were a lot!) I remember my favorite purple jean shorts when I was eight, I remember the smell of my grandma's house, I remember how grandpa's voice echoed through the house when he woke me for school, I can
almost taste Darlene's rolls and Grandma's mashed potatoes. Sometimes those memories catch me off guard -yesterday while driving, the picture of my sister flushing an entire roll of toilet paper came flooding into my mind...
And what concerns me the most about this is that now I am RESPONSIBLE for two humans, two little boys that will grow up and remember every little snip it of their childhood. I am hopeful that the defining memory of their childhood will not be the time mom smashed her finger and lost control of her vocabulary. I hope they remember Sunday mornings, laying in front of the Christmas tree, wrestling with Dad, singing with Mom, laughing with each other - I have so many fond memories with them and I wish I could just package them up and give those boys a glimpse of what I have loved about being their mother...I mostly hope that somewhere in those little minds they have saved a memory of their mom loving them.