Last night, my visiting youngest daughter pulled out all the photo albums from years gone by. It’s amazing how a photograph capturing a special moment can instantly evoke memories. In less than an hour, my daughter flipped through 35 years of my life as a Mommy. She was filled with thought provoking questions about how I felt in the different stages of my life. She was fascinated to see her Mother at her age (26 years old) with a baby in her arms and a toddler by her side.
As I think about my life, I feel like it went by as fast as my daughter and I could turn those album pages. As I looked at the photographs of my four children in the various stages of childhood, it was easy for me to get lost in those images, remembering every moment as if it was yesterday. In so many of the photographs, my arms were wrapped protectively around each one of my babies, embracing the sweet innocence of their smiling faces. All I cared about in those years, was loving and nurturing my children and keeping them safe. No matter what else was going on in our lives, my world was perfect because I had a loving spouse and healthy, beautiful children.
As my daughter enjoyed the albums, I fought back tears and the urge to step into one of those photographs, and relive some of the precious moments I had captured all those years ago.