I Want to Remember....

When I began blogging, my only goal was to have something written down for my children to read someday....a scrapbook of some kind that captured our daily life when they were little. It is still the primary reason I blog. However, another motive is there too. I also blog because I want to remember.

I want to remember the little things that I know I will have forgotten by next month if they weren't in this blog. I want to remember what makes my life crazy right now, what makes my children sweet, and what makes our weeks go by so quickly.

Many of you might be like my sister, Cortni, who has memories from years and years of our lives as a family and every single one is in such detail, that she can tell me what shirt I was wearing and where we were standing when such-and-such happened. I am the one who says "When did we live in THAT house?" And, more recently, I have been saddened at the fact that my family remembers more about Kendyll as a baby and toddler than I do! The little phrases she said, the faces she made, or the food she loved. As they talk about those things, I vaguely remember them, but not in detail. Not the way I want to. Seriously--If I could write down every day, every thought, every conversation I have with my girls, I would. That's how much I want to remember!

This was one of those days for me. It was an absolutely CRAZY day. And, I was crabby for some of it, because of the busy-ness that it held. But, somewhere in the middle of it, I wanted to remember the way Carlie said "I'm really sorry, Mommy for dumping out my goldfish. I cleaned 'em ALL up." without me asking her to say that. I wanted to remember how proud my big Kendyll was of her bravery in swim lessons and how she encouraged her friend who was fearful by saying "Trust me, Trinity, trust me!" as she held out her hands to help her. I wanted to remember the hillarious rec center gymnastics class I took my kids to (which we won't be going back to) that was completely out of control with chaos....so much so that Carlie ran over to me and sat down with her hands on her ears and said "This place is too noisy! I don't like this." and Kendyll came later and said "I think this must be over" because kids were running everywhere (at which point, we snuck out without even a goodbye to the awful teacher). I wanted to remember the relaxed conversations I got to have with two of my three sisters (we missed you Cortni!) just hanging out on the couch, talking about boys and life and babies and anything in between. And, I wanted to remember the sweet prayers at bedtime, as Carlie went to bed without her sister (who is spending the night with a friend), and said prayers for Kendyll to sleep good in Trinity's bed and to help her teeth get better without her paci.

If I just had time to write down everything I want to every day....but that might make for a really long daily blog. :)

So, all that to say....after thinking about that today, I have had the best time going back and reading old blogs. They remind me of why I do this. They remind me of stories, faces, conversations that I would otherwise have no recollection of. And, it makes me want to keep blogging, even when the weeks are too busy to sit down and do it.

I have many blog updates to make....and I am at least a week behind. But, tonight, instead of writing new ones, I read over my old ones. And, remembered the fun of last summer, the activities it held, and how much my kids have grown since then! And, it made me really glad I blog. :)