The pictures in my iPhoto library scrolled in front of my eyes like credits rolling on a screen at the end of a movie. Only faster.
I was feeling a little uneasy in my stomach. Granted, I could have been getting motion sick from the quick movement (No, really. I’m serious. This happened to me once at the library in the 1990’s while looking at microfiche), but the real fact of the matter was that I was nauseous from nostalgia. Sick from sentimentality. Pained from pondering.
You get the idea.
I had to sort through the memories for a reason. All three of my children have had the same woman as their kindergarten teacher. My youngest is now “graduating” from kindergarten, and our tenure in her class is over. Just like that.
This teacher is amazing, and in an effort to make her a gift containing a photo of her with each of my kids when they were in her class, I had to search through approximately 12 billion photos in hopes to find three. Eventually, I did find them, but in the searching, I found many more that pulled on my heart strings.
My now twelve-year-old’s third birthday party with the Thomas the Tank Engine cake that I spent HOURS making.
My now eight-year-old’s first pigtails.
My soon-to-be first grader’s birth. The first time her siblings held her in their arms.
Birthday parties. First days of schools.
My seven-year-old’s store-bought birthday cake.
The time my girls got their pigtails cut off to donate to children in need of wigs.
The three of them arm in arm at a baseball game.
I found myself lost in a world of memories, yet feeling like these events had happened in my life almost as quickly as the photos on the screen were whizzing past me.
And in a few more minutes, it seems they’ll be more photos in the camera roll.
Another generation of chubby cheeks and little toes.
More firsts. More lasts.
The knot in my stomach was now fully tied.
The moments of this life are so fleeting. I try to hold on to them. To keep them. To at least make them slow their pace.
I mentally place the events in my bucket as I cross the firsts and lasts off my list. But I must have a hole in my bucket because as fast as they pile higher, they’re gone.
Each moment is only here for a visit. No, they can’t linger for long. The are just passing through.
But regardless, I’m going to keep inviting the moments of life in. I’ll keep putting them in my bucket, my iPhoto library, and my heart.
And I’ll enjoy each visit, for as long as it lasts.
This post is part of the Five Minute Friday community where bloggers are encouraged to write for about 5 minutes based on a one-word prompt. This week’s word: VISIT
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Visiting from FMF. Visiting a new sibling, precious. As we will be watching our 10th Kindergartener grandchild graduate this year, I think I might have a bit of emotion sickness as well. It will be our last time as well as he is the youngest “Grand” on our journey. I’m reminded often of when my own children hit these milestones and my tummy flips. What a journey!