I wish I could stitch all the memories back together. How is it that I'm missing pieces of my children's young lives?
Birthday parties, holidays and school programs I recall in detail. But I'm having trouble remembering the everyday joys and challenges of raising them. What made my happy little boy so sad? When did my daughter become so independent? Those years were a non-stop blur.
Now my son doesn't have much to do with me. My daughter is raising a son of her own.
Their dad is lucky. His memories are so much sharper than mine. It's easy for me to slip into the grandparent role, but being mommy was rough going. Maybe that's why my memories are patchy.
— Suztek
Birthday parties, holidays and school programs I recall in detail. But I'm having trouble remembering the everyday joys and challenges of raising them. What made my happy little boy so sad? When did my daughter become so independent? Those years were a non-stop blur.
Now my son doesn't have much to do with me. My daughter is raising a son of her own.
Their dad is lucky. His memories are so much sharper than mine. It's easy for me to slip into the grandparent role, but being mommy was rough going. Maybe that's why my memories are patchy.
— Suztek
Thanks for describing this, I resonate, "mommy was rough going"- and then the opportunity to capture the memory is gone. I'm grateful for the rare times I snapped a photo. Loved this - slowjamr
ReplyDeleteIf only mothers had time and energy to jot down little happenings in a diary each day. But actually BEING a mother is obviously more important, and you surely did that! I am not a mother, so I really do not know. (Macoff)
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