Save Your Photos

Soggy Books

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m a bit obsessed with looking back at my past experiences. My calendar is a pinned tab on my browser and I use it just as much to look at what I’ve been up to as for scheduling the future. I love looking at old photos or files for the memories they bring up. When I read my writing from years earlier I can still put myself into the frame of mind I was in when I wrote them.

Even after purging a lot of the physical evidence, I still have totes worth of things I’ve produced over the years. Somewhere in my parents’ house are floppy disks with typing and drawing I did as a toddler. And I know I’ve got some of my most challenging exams and papers from college stashed away for when I want to be proud of my accomplishments.

Photos and videos probably make up the biggest percentage of the mementos I worry about preserving. Nothing makes reliving a memory easier than having a snapshot full of the important details, after all, a picture’s worth a thousand words. The switch to digital photography did nothing to curb the build of my collection, especially thanks to my mom who never deletes any bad pictures, even the blurriest and most embarrassing.

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Finding Our Way Together

If there’s an image that sums up my motherhood, in all it’s messy beauty and simplicity, it might be this one.

Me and my son, walking hand in hand through the mud and towards an open way for us to create our own path. Sometimes him leading, sometimes me. Both of us barefoot and breathing in the experience. A little dirty from sitting with our feelings. A little eager for what’s ahead.

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Where Has The Time Gone?

Has anybody seen my baby? I think he’s around here somewhere, but I can’t seem to find him lately.

It feels like just yesterday that he turned two and suddenly, here we are, six months later with a walking, talking little explorer. He’s always on the move, especially when we go outside. Indoors, he wants to be doing whatever we’re doing. Sitting in my lap while I’m trying to work. Sitting at the counter while we cook. Sitting in the laundry while I fold it. He’s growing up to be such a helper.

I joke. But I still feel this little bit of nostalgia for the baby days. I lived in such a blur during that time, it feels like I never really got to enjoy them before, “poof,” they’re gone. Replaced by these sweet, sweet moments of watching his personality bloom.

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