P asked me today, "Mommy, how tall was I when I was 3yrs old?" And then A wanted to know when he started reading. Well I could remember well enough the answer to A's question but with P's question I had to guess by logical approximation her height in relation to mine. And then all of a sudden, I felt that time has simply passed me by and so many wonderful things - which at that time may have seemed insignificant - have been swept away with time. Lost. Gone. Forgotten.
I felt a twinge of guilt for not being one of those parents who have videos and photos of their kids' first steps, first words, first coo or how they used to say Mommy when they first learnt to talk or cute videos of their kids' performances on stage at preschool, or kindergarten and the list goes on. But then as I thought about it, unless I had a camera rolling 24 - 7, 7 days a week, I would probably not be able to capture every single minute of everyday in their lives.Then again, I wouldn't want to have those days when they were unwell, running a temperature with damp towels and bottles of medication with me looking like a sick chicken on tape either. Errmm..well I can't help being a little vain!
So here I am, knowing that I can't make up for lost time or memory losses, but looking forward, I think what would work is to record what we did/or I did. And maybe in the future, when they ask me another "What happened in the past" question, I'd probably be able to say, "Why don't you try the 'search' function on that blog I have about us." Neat eh?
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