16 Aug life in a fishbowl
circa summer 2006
Working on my new book has found me digging through the archives of my life. My photos, my journals, my blog, my motherhood story. It’s a blessing to go back now. To have a reason to reread chapters from the beginning of my life as a mother. To be encouraged to remember where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.
It’s amazing though that although I have documented so much of it, there is so much I have forgotten. How sometimes photos or little snippets of stories remind me of a time, a place or an experience that’s I feel might be on the very edge of my memory. Until I approach it in hopes to see more clearly, only for it to move further and further away from my recollection. Like a dream. Only it’s not a dream. It’s my life. And it’s not all remembered. Not anymore.
It makes me that much more thankful for what I do remember and the documentation I do have. I treasure the stories I have told so many times that my daughters can recite them verbatim. That some pictures carry the milestones and others will symbolize adventures while many will fall somewhere in the middle and serve as a record of our everyday life.
No photo taken was a waste. No journal entry or blog post ever meaningless. None too hopeful, too happy, too content. None too honest, too hopeless, too raw. I shared a lot (good and bad) and I am glad for it. It’s what I have now. And for the parts I can’t pull up from memory alone, it’s all I have and it’s what I will continue to rely on to stir up all the memories of my life as a mother. And, I might even start taking more pictures. If that is even possible.
What memories are you documenting these days? I would love to see or hear about a recent favorite memory in the making.