To Me

I am writing this post to my future self.

I am hoping that it will bring me back to the mornings

of being a mother of two young children.

I hope that I will recall their chubby little faces, their laughter

and giggles, and their silly expressions. And even the messes.

Although frustration is experienced on almost a daily basis

I have bouts of fear every now and again that I will not be able to remember

these days. Because I know at some point in my life they will be

the precious memories that I will want to look back on often.

The following letter from me to me took place before 8:45am

one September morning in 2010:

To:

Me

This morning was challenging.

And of course you didn't wake up early like

you had planned and it wasn't necessarily a fun morning

but I really think you will get a kick out of it in about

2020 or so.

You went to switch the laundry after the coffee was brewing

and cereal had been poured and here is what you found.

You actually should have taken a better picture instead of an artsy fartsy one

with your phone. But yep, what you are seeing is a diaper and crayons.

You washed a load of laundry with them! Yay!
The clothes smelled of urine but you thanked God that the
crayons hadn't ruined the whole load.

Next, as you were walking back into the kitchen you saw the biggest mess of

cheerios and milk but what struck your attention immediately was

that Hayden was trying to eat with his left hand. (Like his big sister).

You couldn't really get mad but you were slightly annoyed by the

sticky table, chair, floor, and boy.

You then proceeded to, for some reason, notice that Nemo ,the pet

fish, was mouthing that he hadn't been fed in a week or so.

The discussion/argument with Hayden about the fact that he is NOT left-handed

was still ongoing and you might have been slightly distracted when you sprinkled

the fish food into your coffee!!!

See red flakes in coffee below.

Obviously if you are reading this letter to you from me then you

survived the mothering of tots.

I'm sure you are giggling and trying to remember the size of Berklee and

Hayden's little hands, the feel of their soft puffy cheeks, and the sounds

of their little voices. I want to remind you that they were tiny, oh so soft,

and their sweet little voices are what pushed you through the most challenging

of days.

From:

Me