I have been thinking a lot lately as I have been going through many of my mom's pictures getting ready to make her a scrapbook for her 70th birthday. Thus the picture on the title of my blog. This is me and my 4 older brothers when I was 2 years old. I am surprised at how much I can't remember about my childhood. I have loved going through my mom's old pictures of when she was a teenager and the other things that she has kept. (a few break-up notes?) I loved reading her journal and letters from her mom and dad. It made me wish I had kept more from my childhood. The things that I thought would never matter to my children, have mattered to me. I feel like I have come to know my mom better as a person that went through teenage years just like I did. I have realized that the things that I think don't matter will someday. The cute little notes that I have kept from when my children were young, the cards with my mom and dad's notes, even if they just say "i love you". How much more that means to me now, not knowing how much longer I will have them here on earth. Maybe in a thousand years, that STUFF won't matter but for right now I will cherish the little things and keep saving so that one day when my children or grandchildren go through my treasures they will come to know a little piece of me.
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It is the little things that really matter. We will treasure the notes, pictures and testimonies of others. We will care less about a big house, a clean house and diamond rings.
Darling pics and reminders about what matters most. Thanks for sharing that peek into your heart. How inspiring to know your mom kept journals. I have been bugging my mom to write and write while she's here so we can have her thoughts on paper. I'd almost given up. Thanks for the reminder of its importance.
PS. I didn't just go through a near-death experience. I still like the diamond rings... ;)
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