"A life that is not documented is a life that within a generation or two will largely be lost to memory."
- Elder Dennis B. Neuenschwander

Monday, February 18, 2013

Slipping Through My Fingers

It seems like I always wait to post till I have something I feel is really great, or some great pictures.  I've decided I can't always wait for some profound thing I need to say and also my computer is too full to put more pictures on it.  I don't want to put it off because of that either.  Lately, and this thought is reoccurring, I've been thinking I need to keep track of the little things I want to remember, even if it's a small paragraph or a few sentences.  After all, it isn't about the quantity of the post but more about a book or remembrance for my family.  I don't know much about myself when I was little and I think it's hard for my mom to remember because she has 6 kids with lots of memories between all of us.  I know if I don't do this, or keep an actual written journal those memories that have been made and are still being made will be lost with the passing of time.  I wish I knew more about myself as a baby and child growing up.  Because of that I know my kids will love to be able to look back and see what things they were doing, what they looked like at certain ages, etc.  Hopefully this will make it easier to post instead of being overwhelmed with trying to wait for some profound thing to post about when the important little things are passing by without being documented.  My kids are still young enough that there are lots of things happening and I can still remember things from the past.  I need to take advantage of that now before these memories slip through my fingers.

2 comments:

Melissa said...

Amen sistah

Unknown said...

I'm sorry,Rachelle. I wish that there had been something like blogs, computers, etc. But, there was a pen and paper and I was very bad about keeping a journal. I wish I had a steel-trap brain like Grandma Moore's used to be. I'm so glad you are keeping a record of little, cute things about your boys. I love reading all about their antics. love you, Mom