I am so disappointed with myself. I have done a terrible job of completing the baby books for my girls. I have had such good intentions. I even planned this post three months in advance. Over Christmas I was beginning to feel guilty that I wasn’t capturing all of the special moments in my kids life in one place for them. I gave myself until my birthday (this month) to complete my four year old’s book and get as far as I could on Annie’s. My goal for this article was to write about how accomplished I feel in finally finishing this important task, instead my deadline has hit and I have done nothing.
Well, I have done a little. I have the first inch of hair that was cut off, the first words said, even the ultrasound pictures. The problem is all these keepsakes are scattered around my house, written on random pieces of paper, or stored away in the closet, some in the desk and some in shoe boxes. I often think of our friend Jennifer and how she excelled at organization and capturing memories with a personal touch. I think I am just missing that organizational gene – the one that I need to complete this task.
So am I terrible mother? I guess not, or not until my daughter starts asking more about when she was baby, and I fumble to find evidence of her wonderful first years of life. My next step is to set another deadline for myself – one that I have to keep. I can’t help but feel like a terrible mother, but I guess there are worse things that I could put off….