I was just in the drafts folder of my blog last night, deleting some that are nothing more than a title, or a few notes that barely point to what subject I intended. Others were pictures, or a story. I’m not sure why some were never published, as they’re nearly complete. I just didn’t have time to return to it? Thought better of it? Forgot? Some of the pictures made me a little sad in that familiar time-moves-too-fast way. There was this one I titled, “We got out of the house by ourselves!” that I wrote about a month after Anders was born. It’s a picture of Parker sitting on a cafe bench and Anders is a tiny little thing in the carseat. I remember that day because I think it was one of the first times I got out with the both of them (you remember it was the snowiest winter ever) and we got some food at a cafe before making our way home. I ran into a friend, Anders neither needed his diaper changed or freaked out, it was a success. Another was simply this picture above. Another was about how at around 2 1/2 Parker began recognizing letters and we were at the mall. He saw Sephora and began, “S E P Pahkah H O R A.” He always used to say “P Pahkah” as though it was all a part of the letter P. I had completely forgotten. Then another about praying with Parker as I put him to bed and how he used to say Amem after I said Amen. I hardly remember that. In fact, at some point I guess he just stopped saying Amem, and then he said Amen, and I never thought of it again (until I read it in my drafts folder).
The point is, how do these rote things become so easily forgotten? These things we do or hear or see over and over again are the first things to sort of be shuffled behind all the big events, the strange ones, the once-in-a-lifetimes. But it’s these ordinary ones that are so special. That’s where life happens.
So true. Merely moments in time that we promise ourselves we won't ever forget but we do. That is why I am so thankfully for Blogging. Even if no one reads, I have these moments, I may otherwise miss or forget. Thank you for sharing.
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Thoughtful post (as usual, of course!) … definitely echoed my own thoughts of late. A good family friend died last week, and my friend Gretel was saying how she's been thinking more about mortality and how precious life is in the wake of his death. I was thinking similar thought — but what my mind kept turning to was not the BIG MOMENTS of life (which are precious); rather, all the billions of small moments of life that unfold before us and in which we participate every single day and are — as you said so well! — where life happens. I agree!
Such a cute photo and beautiful post Bridget!
Yep – that's precisely why I still keep my blog. I wish I was better at capturing more, but I do the best I can. The beauty is in the little things for sure.
So sweet 🙂
Sweetness! And I can so relate! There are so many things that I swear I'm not going to forget about the kids, but now that my two oldest are 16 abd 13, I find myself asking my husband, "Who was it that used to say…?" I'm thankful for my blog and Insta/ FB if for no other reson than I remember those little things better!
Oh, how I love these little tidbits. It's why I started blogging in the fist place and then I forgot to record all those things … 🙁