Like Sand Through An Hourglass

I always wanted to be a mom. Growing up, whenever someone would ask me what I wanted to be, I'd say different things-a marine biologist at one time, a sports therapist perhaps- but I always knew that I would be none of those and motherhood was meant for me.

Now I am almost ten years into my dream job. I remember when we had our first little baby, I thought I would never, could never forget about all the special moments we had with her. Impossible, I thought, I'll always remember this, it's much too important. The years pass, more babies come, more special moments, more telling myself I'll always remember the little things. I'll document them later. Granted I did document quite a bit, but there are some things I just wish I had.

The kids new favorite thing is for me to tell them the funny things they used to do. I find myself digging deeper and deeper to just remember. I feel bad that one child (I'll never tell who) I have a hard time recalling their funny moments--the tragedy in that!

Now that I am almost, uh, thirty (I know!) my memory is not what it used to be. It is so sad to me to think that I might not remember that at 22 months, Owen got his first three freckles.

Or that Ally spent five years of her life without a tooth
because she knocked it out at one and a half. The poor girl talked with a lisp!

Or how Reese refused to leave Owen alone when he was a tiny baby,
she always had to be on top of him.

How could I ever forget the day me and Reese played on the kitchen counter?

What about our first house? Will I remember all the fun we had there?
What if I forget first sun burns?

This child was sooo excited to start first grade,
her mom was sooo sad to have her gone all day!
Will I remember how we both felt?

Will I be able to tell him in detail how he didn't say one word until he was three,
and then suddenly started speaking in sentences and learned to read in preschool?

I have to remind these girls they really do love each other!
See, I have proof!

I hope I'll remember to tell Ally about her first Nutcracker performance when she played a "Cookie" and it made me cry.

I cannot forget about this night. Brayden got tools for his birthday and decided to build an elevator from our porch to his room so he wouldn't have to climb stairs anymore.

What about first breaths?

All these things fill my heart with happiness. While it is happening I cannot ever imagine forgetting it, but sadly, the little things slip away. I am glad I have this blog (as annoying as it can be for some to read, I'm sure!), so that I can document special moments for my kids.

The memory on my hard drive will far outlast my own.