It is never too late to begin again. If you are having a day where you start out being creative and end up sobbing about all kinds of things....well, that might be a day to post to your blog even though you haven't done any posting for two years.
It was a crazy day in Kathy-land when I decided to make each of my children a scrapbook upon their high school graduations. My daughter graduated in 2009 and today I finished hers. Mostly.
When you put together a scrapbook celebrating someone's life up till now, you get continual glimpses of the past, looking through photos and papers and national honor society pins, etc., etc. You see pictures of yourself looking just a little better and younger on the verge of tears saying goodbye to your daughter at her new college dorm room on her first day on campus. You look through elementary school yearbooks to make sure you mark her pictures with the correct grade, and you gasp in pain and joy at how adorable and unique she was/is. You acknowledge that any commentary you write on a scrapbook page is just a tiny representation of the love you feel in your heart and soul for this child, now an adult.
Consider this: despite the troubles my mate and I have caused each other over the years, we didn't do such a bad job raising our two children. We took them all around America and overseas. We encouraged their activities and friendships. We kept them in church and school and provided structure and tradition as well as new ideas. We loved them fiercely even when we were crabby and depressed and distracted, and we hope against all hope that they know it and can feel it even when they are crabby and depressed and distracted.
Here's to the future! May it be filled with love and hugs, with tears and comfort. May we continue to appreciate each other with all our many and varied foibles and oddities.
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