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Memory Making

Memory Making

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I am thrilled to feature this post today by Rachel from Panoramic Playground. I can totally relate to what she shares here and I'm sure a lot of you moms (and dads) can too. Enjoy!---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Memory MakingMost of the time throughout Hannah’s babyhood, I thought, “I want to remember this. Just as she is now – I want to remember her.”Then one day I looked up and saw that I no longer had a baby. I had a little girl. And it’s hard to picture that baby face that I thought was forever etched into my memory.I’ll look at a photo and think, “Ah, yes. That’s her. I do remember.” But then I start to feel sad that she’s changing so fast and guilty that I didn’t do enough/take enough pictures/shoot enough video to remember everything perfectly.The truth? I have more photos and videos than I know what to do with, and we’ve lived so much life in that little girl’s two-and-a-half years – there’s nothing I could have done differently to treasure those moments any better.Still, there are days when I get caught in the “mom trap”. I’m not doing enough, I’m not being enough…Then I realize that’s just ridiculous. I teach my children, take care of them, hug and kiss them…love them.  I was made for this. I was chosen to be their mama, and I may not be perfect, but I’m perfect for them.Some days are hard. We question ourselves. Others challenge us. Pinterest mocks us. (Doesn’t every mom bake Elmo cupcakes daily and have a body like a Greek goddess by following all of those motivational exercise tips?)We’re expecting too much of ourselves. We strive to be moms of flawlessness, whose every photo is in perfect focus, whose every dinner is homemade and scrumptious, whose house is so clean you could lick the floors.And that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with striving to be better, as long as we know the truth – none of that small stuff matters. None of that is what we’re going to remember. (It’s too hard to remember it all, anyway.)We’ll remember bits and pieces, brief snippets of a life well lived, but what will always stick with us is the love. Crankiness, sleepless nights, potty training, mess cleaning…that’s all part of it. But it’s the hand holding and bedtime kisses that we’ll carry with us to the end.I hope I can learn to relax and simply live these moments because what I’ll remember is how much we loved.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Rachel is a stay-at-home mommy to Hannah, age 2, and Abram, 7 months. She blogs about life, faith, growing up, raising kids, and she tries to make sense of it all at http://www.panoramicplayground.blogspot.com.

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