VT Mamateurs

We are 21 days into the New Year and like most people (or so I hear) I have managed to  only be keeping one of my five resolutions on a daily basis. Frankly I am loving it and it has made even the hardest, booger-infested, diarrhea days of winter sickness and parenting well…enjoyable. For the record we are on the mend…but wow, was that a doozy of a week.

Anyway, I remember thinking that I couldn’t believe that it is already 2013 and that my boys are almost three and my little miss is about to walk. What happened to time? What happened to remembering all those moments? Sure I “have” baby books for all the milestones but I haven’t finished them (um, last year’s resolution was a fail). I have keepsake boxes for the 3 amigos instead. I am sure one day they will appreciate them, but right now they just hold the contents of first painted hand prints and locks of beautiful blonde hair.

At some point I am going to forget what that day was like when Finny told me “he can see” now that I cut the front of his Kentucky waterfall mullet, or how I felt when William stroked my face while I teared up thinking of the one year anniversary of my Grandmother Mae’s passing. Like every Mommy I want to remember those moments so I am writing them down..daily and it is addicting.

I got my 2013 May book and it has become my third arm. (Paper Coterie has adorable documentary books as well) Everyday I take just five minutes (okay most days it is two)and I jot down a memory of the day. Some days I do it right after the moment or I escape into my bedroom for those few minutes to reflect. It is like mental yoga and a way to emotionally decompress. Reflecting on the day, helps me appreciate the little things when life is going a mile a minute.  Especially hard parenting days (Hello. Potty. Training. Twins)

So that is it. Simple and memorable just like January 9th at 7:30am when Finny woke from a car snooze and quietly asked, “Mommy, do you have a penis?” You got to remember the laughs, the slight awkwardness of how to respond, and the innocence of a two and half year old. Then on the days when nothing seems to be going right or you are about to explode open your book and…. remember the day….and smile

-B