Momservation: It is the little moments that makes life big.
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You think you’ll remember, but you won’t.
Sure, you’ll remember the big stuff and the stories that will be repeated until it becomes family lore. But you’ll forget the small stuff. The everyday stuff. The regular moments that make you stop and chuckle before becoming another layer of why you love this person more than you could’ve ever imagined.
Write them down Mommy and Daddy. After you’ve had that chuckle or that moment that you felt overwhelming love etching another notch in your heart, grab a scrap of paper, pencil, and write it down.
Trust me. These scraps of paper found years later in your junk drawer with unsharpened pencils, locks with missing keys, and sticky notes that don’t stick anymore will be like finding treasure with a metal detector.
First, you will feel excitement and joy that you found these precious memories—that they could’ve been lost but they weren’t. Then you will feel a tinge of sadness—how could you have forgotten a memory that was so precious to you? But then you will be thrilled because you realize you are richer for having them. Finally, you will be grateful. Grateful that person in the past knew that one day those moments would be treasures and took care to preserve them.
Like this one from Whitney was she was 4 years old. Riding in the back of my car after picking her up from Carmichael Presbyterian preschool she announced, “I don’t know why we thank God for snack. Everyone knows food comes from the grocery store.”
Or this one from Logan when he was still a curious toddler: “Mommy? Does rain ever miss a spot?”
And the early evidence that Whitney would grow up to be a creative thinker: “Is a ‘litter of kitties’ because they’re all over like litter?”
And the no one would believe us if we didn’t write it down vocabulary of our toddler Logan: “That cookie was tremendous.”
Or these funny exchanges on long car rides:
Whitney: “British accents are so cool. If I had a British accent I would never stop talking.”
Daddy to our already non-stop talker: “And we’re all glad you don’t.”
Logan: “Ow! I hit my elbow so hard it’s ringing! Man, it won’t quit ringing! I better answer it. Hello? Elbow? Are you okay?”
Whitney: “Do you think anyone ever robs a pizza place for the pizzas?”
Logan to Whitney: “Three words for you—Knucklehead.”
I thought I would remember these instances that make me laugh all over again and make my heart ache for those moments they said would fly by me like a jet breaking the sound barrier.
But I didn’t. I didn’t remember them until I found these treasures sprinkled in my junk drawer with old pennies, lost buttons, and loose safety pins. And some of them—I still have no recollection of at all.
But I am so grateful that over a dozen years ago I stopped and said, “I better write that down. Just in case they are right. That it will all fly by in a blur and one day my funny little babies will be grown and my house will be quiet.
Write it down, Mommy and Daddy. Write it down.
You are so right and so wise! When you find those almost forgotten if I-hadn’t-written-them-down baby comments, you can almost hear their little voices as they said those memory gems.