I have been trying to look to days passed as this year nears its end. I want to take the time remember all that has happened this year. At times, this can be a tedious task; like thumbing through file after file in a room as big as a warehouse, filled with boxes that are not labeled. Which ones contain the memories of this year?
Time seems to disorganize such things as we get older and busier, especially if one has children. Children, and their super-charged growth, superhuman reserves of energy, and infinite curiosity. This is all I remember, for the most part.
Questions asked and answered. Breakfasts, lunches, and dinners made. Cupcakes baked, birthday’s celebrated, gifts bought and opened in delight. Little, soft bodies bathed. Hair combed, brushed and braided. Bottoms powdered and diapered. Little bodies clothed. Lullabies sang, children slumbered, keystrokes, alarm clocks, sunrises and sunsets.
Dishes washed, carpets vacuumed, toilets scrubbed, floors mopped, clothes freshly laundered and put away. Seasons came and went.
Winter snow for making snowmen. Spring-time planting of purple mums. Summer fun in the backyard sprinklers and barbeques were always fun. Fall came, leaves covered the grass. My daughter and niece buried in piles of orange, red, green and brown vegetation, laughing as the sun set. Temperature has grown colder, we tell the kids to stay inside.
Holidays celebrated and family time. Stories told with laughter. Arguments over silly things, the stress of daily hassles. Friends who called for advice, or just to simply think out loud. Loyalty and freedom, choices that were made. Bumps and bruises, cuts and scrapes, a whole lot of Bandaids.
This year has brought so many things, I’ll never see again. A baby boy who learned to walk, a little girl who made her first best friend. My heart is filled with love, and teary eyed I get. To think of the days past this year; Ones I hope to never forget.
Take time to reflect on the things, that have happened throughout the year. Remember the big events as well as the small. You will never have quite the same year again.