Isn’t it strange how we don’t remember most of the days we live?
We remember moments, little scenes, or even smells take us back to a certain time in our lives.
Parenting is like that. It is a blur of loud and messy and kisses and hand wringing.
And then I see the pictures.
And I am in that moment again.
Laughing at the crazy or just enjoying all the cute… it’s the little moments I gather.
I won’t remember or care about the details of this day, but I had the sense to take a picture of the absurdity instead of fuss about rules.
Now I can enjoy the robot kid forever.
And hopefully he won’t do this when he’s in college.