Pictures
When Farrah was in elementary school, it was a common occurance for her to be asked to take family photos to school. We often went through our albums to find just the right picture for that particular project or homework. Little did I know I would be going through the same ritual as she works on her masters degree.
Farrah and Jim are coming tomorrow to interview family members for one of her classes. She has assured me there won't be any hard questions and I'm really quite looking forward to this. Aside from conducting interviews with her grandmas and parents, she must provide family pictures. To help her out, Jeff and I went through the albums last night and pulled a variety of pictures. There are a lot from which to choose, as I followed her around with a camera a good bit of the time. We have pictures of her first day of school (each year) and a couple of her last day of school. Other pictures include her first trip to the dentist - yes, I actually took pictures while the dentist was working on her - her first haircut, her first and only perm, her chickenpox, her academic games . . . you get the "picture".
When I told Farrah that her dad and I had gone through all the albums, she asked if I cried. Of course my answer was "yes". I can pretty much pinpoint the time I became a weepy mom. It was her senior year in high school. I think I cried every other day that year. It was almost unbearable for me to look at pictures of her as a toddler. The memories were all good, but the realization of that part of my/our lives being over was hard to take. She was always such a joy and literally my whole life for so many years.
I wouldn't take a million dollars for these memories or the pictures, but sometimes going down memory lane is a little bumpy.
Farrah and Jim are coming tomorrow to interview family members for one of her classes. She has assured me there won't be any hard questions and I'm really quite looking forward to this. Aside from conducting interviews with her grandmas and parents, she must provide family pictures. To help her out, Jeff and I went through the albums last night and pulled a variety of pictures. There are a lot from which to choose, as I followed her around with a camera a good bit of the time. We have pictures of her first day of school (each year) and a couple of her last day of school. Other pictures include her first trip to the dentist - yes, I actually took pictures while the dentist was working on her - her first haircut, her first and only perm, her chickenpox, her academic games . . . you get the "picture".
When I told Farrah that her dad and I had gone through all the albums, she asked if I cried. Of course my answer was "yes". I can pretty much pinpoint the time I became a weepy mom. It was her senior year in high school. I think I cried every other day that year. It was almost unbearable for me to look at pictures of her as a toddler. The memories were all good, but the realization of that part of my/our lives being over was hard to take. She was always such a joy and literally my whole life for so many years.
I wouldn't take a million dollars for these memories or the pictures, but sometimes going down memory lane is a little bumpy.
posted by SMSSecretary at 8:47 PM
1 Comments:
told you! you could write a book! what a great entry. I too cry when I look at pictures of Nathan and Erin. And now of course Dalton---looked thru his pictures this morning- a short 8 months of life, but oh the love I feel for this little boy! Never thought I could love that much- as much as I do Tony and the children.
As I was working on Erin's pictures for her scrapbook, I cried, she just laughed at me! I told her, her day was comming! Someday, she will understand, just as Farah will too.
thanks for sharing!!!
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