... that being a mother is real work. We minded the two youngest grandchildren for most of the day. They are a total delight, easy to entertain and so much fun, but I feel like I've really done a day's work. I guess I'm just not used to being at the beck and call of two energetic little ones.
I try to remember my own children when they were that age but for the most part I can't recall the day-to-day things that we did. (I daren't ask them because I'll get some exaggerated story about what we did or didn't do, etc.) I wish I'd taken more photos, kept a diary, taped conversations, etc. All the things that need a bit of forethought and dedication, which weren't high on my list of characteristics. I enjoyed being a mother and looking after the children, so why does my mind refuse to let me relive those days now that I have time to do so?
We must have done some things right though as all four of them turned out to be responsible, happy adults of whom we are very proud and love dearly.
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Being a mother is real work....I am thankful those years are history now but sometimes in thinking back, the part I liked most was that we were all together at home. The children calling goodnights through the walls once they were in bed, the enjoyment of baking for the family and so on. We didn't keep journals but did do lots of pictures. We rarely look at photo albums but what has been a great enjoyment has been scanning old photos into the computer folders and letting them rotate as screen savers. Love it!
...did you only just NOW decide this??...I think I decided this on the way to give birth to No.1....now I am too exhausted to think about it!!
Thanks for watching the kids....you have a few days to recover!
Dear Alice ~ this is such a touching post. Don't be sad in the things you can't recall ~ as you say they are all now wonderful adults and you are so, so lucky to have grandchildren close by to cherish. My Mum has said something similar to me too at different times...and it reminds me to make the most of every single day.
I think sometimes during our childrens lives, we are so busy being a mum that we dont notice the small stuff... but sometimes those days will come back to us in small ways.... a fleeting memory triggered by something insignificant. The proof is in the pudding so they say.... sounds to me you did well... and I am pleased to say - that I think I did well too!
Saturday evening, just stopped by....hope you have a restful Sunday.
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