I know we are making our way though the holidays, and it may be too eager of me to jump to 2020 in the past tense. But like many of you, while I’m enjoying this special holiday season with my kiddos, I am looking forward to February, March, and April, when this entire thing feels all the more settled. One month in turned to five, which turned to ten. I can’t believe it. But in looking at pictures this afternoon, I totally can. And though it was hard to document at times (for whatever reason) the photos of this year really brought me some peace as an indiviual and as a parent. I can look back and see our moments of joy, sorrow, and resileince during deeply difficult times. When looking through, I’m not relying on my mind, which can admittedly be faulty if I am trying to comb my parenting memory. More importantly, as we wrap up this year, it has allowed me to see myself and my family with well-deserved grace as eyes.
Which is to say, right now, I can ignore all that went wrong, and focus on what’s ahead. Equally, I can capture the last few weeks of the year in earnest.
I have so many favorites, but the top few always end up being the more intimate ones I captured of the kids sleeping in their beds or mine. Or, the many times they were running around the park and I sat on a bench and watched them move. There was also all the meals at the table, that were so beautiful and routine. There’s beach days too. And a trip to Hudson, of course. Finally, there’s the the early days of March, where almost everyday, there’s a photo of the kids holding hands while on a walk. After Christmas, I’m looking forward to taking some time to combine all of these photographs in a folder to keep.
Anything for you?