...on this day, nearing the fifth anniversary of me becoming a mother. A list to myself, five years ago.
1. Memory keeping will take on a whole new meaning. The significance of documenting another’s life is not lost on you.
2. You will have one vice. Starbucks. Don’t feel guilty, you earn it.
3. You will think about sleep more than you’ve ever thought about anything else. Your sleep, his sleep, how everyone in the world is sleeping more than you. And you will hate them.
4. With this little boy, you will find a joy in words that even as a lifelong writer, you’ve never known.
5. I would like to tell you that all good days outweigh the bad. But there will be bad days that make you feel like there will never be good ones again. There will be days when you are so tired, you get lost in what your life has become. The dirty house, the friendships you have been bad about maintaining, the 8,000 e-mails, the things that somehow seem so hard now.
6. The friendships you will savor are not those women you see every day, every week or every month, necessarily. They are the friendships that have been time-tested. The friends who look at you at the end of their daughter’s birthday, and plead, “Please don’t leave. Don’t leave.” And you don’t.
7. You will surprise yourself at your ability to stand up for yourself and your family.
8. You will still cringe when the mothers, older than you, approach you with advice about parenting, just as you did when you were pregnant and people said things like, “Just wait.” You will still vow to never be one of those women, even though you understand now that it’s mostly nostalgia for these women. Because you are nostalgic too.
9. Ken will be the best father you’ve ever seen or known. Every night, you both will collapse into bed, exhausted, and always, always sleep less than an inch apart, clinging to each other for what seems like dear life.
10. Your sense of accomplishment will completely change. A favorable annual review has nothing on the first time your infant sleeps through the night for three nights successively (one night is a fluke) or takes his first few tentative steps toward you. I remember the first time Charlie clapped, thinking, “How many times will he clap in his life and I just saw the first?” The significance, the profoundness of it all, is never lost on you.
11. You'll leave your job before those frames behind you ever get hung.
1. Don't you love it when a Pinterest recipe is GOOD? (And my definition of, "Good" is it can be prepped and in the oven in less than five minutes flat AND tastes delicious. I have high standards).
2. I try not to complain about the weather. But I really questioned whether spring would ever come. But it has. It gloriously has. We are all enjoying it, but particularly Gracie, also known as, "Flash Kurz."
3. Clara has rhythm in her soul. Doesn't matter the song, her feet do this. (But we have to tape it on the sly. She's shy and when she gets caught doing it she comes to a complete hault).
4. We got the best kind of playground this weekend. A free one. It came from our one neighbor via our other neighbor's tractor.
5. And they are...in love...I think we spent eight hours outside today. Clara looked at me and said, "I have a park. In my backyard!"
6. The Easter bunny came last night. And then Gracie licked up his pawprints this afternoon.
7. The people at the table next to us were chuckling during this picture. When attempting to take a picture with small children, it's definitely a case of, "Throw a smile on and hope someone looks good." What can I say? It's realistic.
Reconstructing Amelia by Kimberly McCreight. Haunting. Made me so glad I suffered through those awful teenage years before twitter, facebook, or iPhones and scared me for what will be the norm when my kids are that age.
...I bring you a photo from March 1999. Fifteen years ago, the first March we spent together. The month we met. It really seems like no time has gone by until you put it into that kind of perspective. (And, it is quite possibly the most unflattering picture of me ever taken. Ever).
...since posting these here is about the only scrapbooking-related deadline I'm facing these days, I'm going to try to do this every six months (or more).
Several of these pages you might have already seen on Studio Calico. And this isn't everything, but it's the highlight reel.
And if you are the person that googled, "pink prom dress" and has been reading my blog ever since but skips over all scrapbooking-related posts, skip ahead.
These are far from good scans. Things are crooked, backward, and just plain wrong. But that's real life. And they are done.
I have always incorporated "project-life-esque" pages into my scrapbooks. Everything is mixed together. The kid's report cards are in there, as is artwork. I'll share Clara's album next week. Or next month. It's nice being my own boss!
...You only turn five once, so Charlie's party is going to be a blowout this year (and we "won" a birthday party package at our School's auction complete with bouncy house and tent. And a pig that feeds 80). He's very serious about his wish list. Can you tell what his latest obsession is? Everything is awesome!