I think back on the days when the girls were little and I lament over how little sleep I had, and how very much I felt pulled between working part time while I stayed at home with them. I remember the momma guilt I had when I hurried them to “get in the car because Mommy was going to be late again”… I remember how I rushed from here to there trying to fit everything in…I also remember thinking I wasn’t doing a good enough job at everything I was trying to do.
Sometimes I wonder what they remember about their “little girl” days…
Yesterday I was blessed beyond measure. The girls found an old camera and showed me the memory card. They wanted me to upload all the pictures onto my computer and look at them together.
Most of them were when the girls were around 2 and 5- right in the thick of my “running around” days when I taught aerobic classes at the gym and I was also teaching music lessons.
And the smiles I saw on the girls’ faces brought tears to my eyes. Pictures- lots of them that they took themselves- perfectly documented giggly faces covered in juice, their favorite toys scattered all around the house….there were even short videos of them watching their favorite tv shows and singing the theme songs.
As we scrolled through the pictures, I started to delete the blurry ones- and my oldest kept saying NO! Every single one made her remember something special. I couldn’t believe all the little details she remembered about those years. Every toy and dollhouse, every outfit and accessory she wore.
And all I could see was the joy in their eyes.
Maybe I was a little too hard on myself all those years ago- because yesterday, as we looked back on those pictures, I didn’t think about anything other than how precious my girls are and how very much I loved my babies! Looking at those pictures made me really missed those days.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13