Posted on December 5, 2016
A few years ago, when Boodi was a toddler, and I was pregnant with Lady, I got into Pinterest as if my life depended on it. One of the ideas that I actually followed through with was to get a mason jar and scrawl down memories of each day, the purpose of which was supposed to be to fill the jar with fragments of your daily life which you then open and read on New Years Eve.
I wrote baby memories on scraps of tissue paper and then folded them and made them into little twists. I kept it up for a while, before life got in the way, as it does. The jar has sat on top of a bookshelf gathering dust, but yesterday I came across one of the half completed sheets of tissue paper memories from 2013.
The three entries read:
‘The gift of sunshine in the mornings. A mystery white cat. Picking lemons and plucking weeds, with the smell of Jasmine in the air and Boodi’s face full of delight at being outdoors and FREE! “adahhh!”, he yells.’
‘The beauty of darling Boodi’s little shuffle down the hall, his smiles and laughter and joy at the world, arms waving. What did we do to deserve this? <3’
‘Feeding Boodi to sleep in the morning, with his little body curled on top of mine. I am so aware that this time together, just the 2 of us, is coming to a close. Bittersweet and love.’
I read them and my heart opens wide. One day I will unravel the rest of them. For now, I think I’m going to take the practice up again, to record the tiniest (and best) moments of each day while my children are still small. It’s the most beautiful gift for my future self.
What are gifts that you grant future self?
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