I’m committing to doing more personal posts this year. Sharing more of our family life with you all… and I’ll admit that since I’ve grown so used to reviewing products and writing recipes and DIY posts (all of which I still love and will do!), I have gotten a bit rusty at the whole “sharing my life” bit.
So… throwback Thursday it is to get me back into the swing of writing personally – and maybe not every week but… it’s a start, right?
However, now I’ve spent an hour looking back through past photos and crying. Maybe this isn’t such a great idea!
Look at me – this mom of three years past: January 2011.
I was a mom of one child under one year old. Yes. That’s me with A when he was just eleven months. We’d get pregnant again much later this same year but in this moment we were just content with our firstborn! So much I wish I could relive. I’d take so many more photos…
So much I didn’t know then…
How that little blue-eyed boy with the ready smile – well, that little guy had already stolen my heart right away… how he’d grow into a string-bean of a nearly-four-year old who would say I love you and give me Kissing Hands and hug me crazy-fierce. How he’d blow me kisses and tell me to put them in my pocket (I do, I do! I have pockets and pockets full, my boy).
How he wouldn’t sleep through the night consistently for another eleven months (wow, I’m glad I didn’t know that!).
How he’d love reading so much, it was pretty much all we did at that age! That his love of reading would grow and continue (it does, you know) so that instead of napping, now he loves to sit in his bed and read books just like he used to do in his crib when he was this young.
How that car fixation of his? Well… it still hasn’t ended.
We had a heavy snow that January, and dutifully (although I hate being cold!) I bundled us up and we walked outside that morning. I don’t think we did much except try not to fall over in the deep drifts, and take these “selfies” (for which, at the time there was no such term, because Instagram hadn’t been invented yet! Think about THAT for a minute, will ya!?).
Later, Daddy came home, and we took a walk around the neighborhood in the snow.
We had fun sitting him atop the snowy bank on the side of the driveway and letting him slide down the few feet to be caught by Daddy! He had so much fun doing that… if I could go back, I’d tell myself to stop standing there shivering and just enjoy the moments.
Does it sound unreasonable to say that I thought these days wouldn’t ever end? That sometimes I wished they would, but that now I wish I could go back – even to those multiple wake-ups-per night? It doesn’t make sense, does it? But I’m guessing a lot of you moms can relate?
After three years have passed… while I miss those days with bittersweetness… my heart is happy because… see this look on baby and Daddy’s face? Well… both faces are a little older now but… I still see this same look exchanged during playful moments.
So our happy journey with this happy boy, whose name literally means “happy,” continues.
Goodness. I hope all Throwback Thursdays aren’t this weepified! Thanks for coming along on my trip down memory lane though!