What Are You Forgetting?
By Tracy Lane
If I counted the number of times in a day that I remembered I forgot something, well I’d be a really good counter. And a really good rememberer. Which just isn’t true about me. If we’re honest it’s not true about most of us as moms.
We certainly don’t mean to forget our kids’ backpacks, our change of workout clothes for after the office sweat, our son’s soccer jersey, or our husband’s birthday. But we are so busy. And so tired. Remembering doesn’t come easy.
My 5-year-old has recently discovered our stash of printed iPhone pictures. It’s her new daily favorite to shuffle through the pictures of her and her little sister in diapers, with bottles, or squealing through a backyard sprinkler for the first time. Along with the giggling, she requests that I relay a detailed narrative of the snap shot moment.
The problem is that too many times I can’t really remember. And of course that doesn’t appease her. And it really doesn’t appease me either. I’m realizing that my children’s childhoods are racing away. That I’ve been too tired or too stressed or too just trying to cook something for dinner to slow down enough to remember:
The sweetness of the newborn phase sleeplessness
The dearness of the toddler phase defiance
The preciousness of panties and potty training
The independence gained from swimming lessons, ballet classes, and tumbling twos
The proud but close to my hip walk into a kindergarten classroom
See most days I don’t even realize I’m missing it. It takes a nostalgic 5-year-old’s request to lurch me out of survival mode to stop and look around at what I’ve been cultivating as a mother. What I’ve been growing as a wife. What I’ve been missing in the seemingly mundane moments.
I don’t want to forget anymore. I don’t want you to forget anymore either. What if this year, we start practicing remembering? What if next year when my girls ask me to relay a story from this year, what if maybe I’ll be able to do it in a non general, I think we went to Target type way.
What if it was something instead like: I remember when we took the training wheels off your bike. Your mouth said you didn’t think you could do it but your eyes said you were ready to try. I promised my hands wouldn’t let go until your legs believed me.
Wouldn’t that type of memory be more beautiful, more meaningful? I know I can remember it that way. And you can too.
I love this free printable Forget Not daily journal from Ever Thine Home. I have it on my nightstand. At the end of each day I write down one word or phrase that I want to be sure to remember. All of us moms can take 15 seconds to mark our minds with the memories of our families. It’ll be worth it.