One of my favorite things to do every weekend before we get ready for church is make Sunday breakfast with the boys. Every morning A comes into our room and asks if it’s a school day or a special stay at home day (cue the mom guilt).
When he first picked up the camera and started taking pics of us making breakfast I felt kind of silly (I can’t imagine what it feels like to be on a reality show and have cameras following you around). But after seeing these sweet moments captured I’m really glad he did.
It got me thinking (I do that from time to time) about the everyday stuff. Well, more like everyday moments and what we pick and choose to capture. Sure, I love a great coordinated picture just as much as the next person, but years down the road when I’m looking back these are the everyday moments I want to remember.
I want to remember A’s excitement when we tell him we are staying home together. I want to remember his enthusiasm to help me cook and be my big helper boy. I want to remember how little nugget came wandering in and once he saw A helping me he had to join in on the fun. I want to remember how much little nugget loved that blueberry syrup and probably licked it off more than actually eating the pancakes. I want to remember their smiles and laughter. I want to remember A wanting to pour his own syrup and little nugget asking for agua because he won’t call it water (I’m chalking that up to a daycare advantage).
All these moments to remember got me thinking even more, thinking about their perspective and what they’ll remember. When it all comes down to it, I’m sure they’re not going to remember if the house was clean or if the laundry was put away. I’m sure they’re not going to remember if their toys were organized or their beds were made. I’m sure they’re not going to remember how well dressed they were or if they smiled for the camera. What I do hope they remember is the love that we give them, the fun memories we are trying to create for them, and the example we are trying to set for them as parents.