Some motherhood mistakes don’t show up until much later…

When I had my first baby, of course, I had a baby book. I took loads of pictures and filled it up properly. There was hardly any empty page. First lock of hair, outline of the foot, that first wrinkled picture, first birthday… everything was in there.

By the time I had my second baby, I was a bit more blasé… been there, done that, if you get what I mean ☺ So, fewer pictures, fewer moments captured, fewer things written down. With my last baby, it was just terrible. I didn’t even buy a baby book. I could not, for the life of me, remember to take pictures. It was a difficult time in my life, so yes, I have an excuse… but honestly, when the time comes, that excuse doesn’t really hold water.

And the time came.

Every now and then, my daughters would bring out their baby books and we would sit and reminisce. My son would join in and then start asking about his own – his baby book, his stories, his pictures.

At first, I managed it… small small explanations here and there. But then the questions became more direct. And I could see it on his face… That look of, ‘I’m not quite sure she loves me the same way… how come my sisters have all this and I don’t’”

That was it for me.

We brought out every single picture we could find. I bought the biggest baby book I could find, and we got to work. My second daughter and I sat down and put it all together. It wasn’t perfect. There were gaps – no handprints, no footprints at certain stages… but when we were done, it looked amazing. Even if I say so myself ☺

So please, don’t find yourself in this kind of situation. Get the baby book. Take the pictures. Write the stories. Start from day one… even ‘baby’s first picture at home.’ 😄

You don’t want to go through what I did!