Tuesday my babies were out of school for Election Day. This fall has been extremely busy so I figured that would be the best day to get them out and take their fall photos. As I edited some of them this evening a wave of sadness came over me. My babies are growing up.
I was a first generation breastfeeding Mama. I was determined to go against what was considered normal in my family and circles and breastfeed my babies. I did eight months with my first and a little over a year and half with my second. Weaning was not an issue, although I would’ve rather that been an issue versus what I am facing now with an extremely stubborn 3 year old.
At night she will beg to climb in my lap whilst whining ” I want to nurse” which basically means she wants to lay her head on my boob and suck her tongue until she goes to sleep. She is constantly rubbing my breast and any other woman’s breast that picks her up, and I won’t even go into her bra fetish. When she gets really sleepy she will bust in my room hollering, ” I need the bra.” I thought she would’ve grown out of it by now but it seems to be getting worse.
History often repeats itself. Sometimes repetition is good, sometimes its bad and sometimes it gives us comfort. Our trip to the strawberry patch last week was for comfort. I did good with Mother’s Day this year and I think part of it was due to the fact that it was also my daughter’s 3rd birthday. Coming to a place where I can embrace the circle of life as well as being at a happy place in my life made memories sufficient this year.
One of the memories that always sticks out to me is the yearly tradition of picking strawberries. Every year my mother and I would head to the strawberry patch with my aunt and cousin in tow. We would spend the day there and she would come home and carefully wash the strawberries, while simultaneously boiling her Ball jars for canning. It was a process that I don’t fully remember but I just remember her, and us doing it together.
A few weeks before my mother died she took my son to the strawberry patch. I was too busy to go, had I known….
I thought no better tribute than to take my daughter on her first trip. Hoping she will have these memories of me when I’m gone. We had a great time and I left determined more than ever to start creating traditions of our own. Ones that will give my children sweet memories of me when I’m gone.
What are some family traditions that you keep going?
If you have been reading over here for awhile you remember a time when I was obsessed with my camera. I was taking lots of pictures and really immersing myself into learning more about photography and then….
Life got in the way. Okay, I won’t blame it solely on life because shortly after I returned from Blogher I discovered that one of my kit lenses had broken and it totally took the last bit of photo taking breath in me when it died. Not to mention I was discouraged that I wasn’t able to create some of the prettier pictures that I had seen other bloggers taking so I decided I would wait until I got a new camera before I picked up my hobby again. EX.CUSES
Well, I am happy to say that last week my new baby was delivered. I have the shutterbug again. I even joined Clickin’ Moms. You have been warned, there will be lots of pictures from here on out
until the newness of this camera wears off.
I was determined to get some fall photos of my babies so I went out with my old camera a few weeks ago and snapped these after having to use the manual focus on the lens. What a struggle. These aren’t that great, but they served the purpose. However, I guarantee the Christmas ones will be amazing.