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I have a really bad memory. Just ask my husband. Or, I don’t know, maybe it’s perfectly average. I mean, most people don’t remember every moment of their lives, right? Every joke, every cool breeze, every good book.

I forget these kind of things almost instantaneously.

And normally it doesn’t bother me that much. But once in awhile, I’ll be going through old pictures, and I’ll find a picture of my seven-year-old as a one-year-old – and I find myself thinking, “I don’t remember this child”. I remember this picture, I might remember this day, but I don’t remember this child.

Everyone tells you to treasure the time with your children because it’s over in a heartbeat.

I’ve not been treasuring. I’ve not been intentionally treasuring this era of my life. I’ve been tired, and unfocused, and selfish, and just waiting for freaking little person bedtime so I could watch Friends, or something equally dumb.

And now I realize that I’ve lost them. I’ve lost my babies, they’re gone. My youngest is three.

Once when I was about eight years old my family moved to Florida for just one year. One day, when it was raining, my step-dad and I stood in the mouth of our open garage. And he told me to remember that moment. To concentrate on the water rushing down the paved hill of our street; the way it sounded, the way it smelled, the way it looked.

And I did. To this day I can transport myself pack to those minutes of my life and appreciate them.

What I’ve realized as life has gone on is that we have to be intentional to remember the good in our life. The hurt, and the pain, and the unfortunate seers itself onto our hearts and into our minds almost against our will. We can be weighed down with these unwanted memories for a lifetime. But the good? We forget it so quickly.

So I’m determined to remember my babies. The smiles, and the jokes, and the round cheeks, and the lisps, and the laughs that far outweigh the poop and the tears and the gray hairs. Because I’m a little bit terrified of forgetting them. And waking up sometime very soon to an empty house, with my cup overflowing with regrets.

Let’s burn today into our memories. Because really, y’all – it won’t last forever.

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