Leaving a Legacy

I hate that my memory fades so fast.  It does you know.  It truly does.

Tim will bring up something and start rattling off the details and I’ll think to myself and even say, “I don’t remember that.”  (trust me, he’s nodding along if he’s reading this…)

I’m not sure what is taking up the space where those reminders and flashes should be but so many of them are not there.

That is one of the main reasons I am so very glad that I take a lot of photos.

Of course there are many little, every day type moments that I am not going to recall and photos give me a glimpse back to those and I find myself beyond elated that I have them to fall back on time and time again.

One of the things that is NOT documented so well on this on-line journal of mine is my first born’s first years.  I didn’t start this blog until he was two and half and his baby brother was on the way.

It was November of 2006 and below is the very first photo I posted on my blog, of him, playing in the leaves at our house in Texas.  My belly, holding his baby brother while in the first trimester of my second pregnancy.

But so much happened before that and now he is EIGHT years old and this life is passing me by at warp speed.  Although some days it doesn’t feel like it, but it really, really is.  Believe me.

I used to make elaborate scrapbooks (of which the first born has many and the others only have one!), but now I keep this space, here for me to remember and for you all to see and for them too, someday.

A few weeks ago, Liz of Mom 101 wrote a post about the legacy we leave while writing our lives out for the world wide web.

Her words really got me thinking and reiterated to me why this space is for me and for my kids and hopefully even their kids.

Can you imagine if your grandmother had written a blog, how amazing it would be to go back and read her words?   Things were so very different when she was my age and I imagine they will be pretty different when my granddaughter is 37 someday.

What will my children and (hopefully) grandchildren think and feel when they read my words and how will they smile and remember when they see all those “old” photos I took?

I do wonder…

And I imagine they will smile and laugh at this photo for sure… 🙂

Linking up with my friends Galit and Alison…