I couldn’t put it off any longer. I drove to the craft store yesterday to buy a scrapbook and some stickers so I could start the last album for my last child. She’ll be graduating in May, and like I did for her siblings, I’ll be putting together a book full of pictures and mementoes from her last 18 years.
Ready for some cliches?
It really does seem like just yesterday that I was pacing the floor trying to figure out why I couldn’t get this baby to stop screaming every single afternoon for four months straight. It was colic by jove..of the first order! It took me a while to realize that parenting is a lot like golf, just when you think you’re getting pretty good at it, along comes a round that shatters your self-confidence. Taking care of this cranky little baby was humbling!
“They grow up so fast.” I’m not even going to pinch her cheeks when I say it, but it is so true.
Here comes the “empty nest.” I know, I know..I see it looming ahead. I’m still trying to figure out if I need to fill this nest with a new puppy..you know, as a pre-emptive strike against any potential gloom or whatever. But wait..is there such a thing as canine colic? Maybe I’ll just re-feather our nest, or take up ballroom dancing instead.
Yup, my head’s gonna be swirling with these thoughts.. Those How-to-scrapbook guides don’t tell you to stock up on Advil and tissues in addition to tape and markers.They don’t warn you that putting these albums together is like taking a two week ride on an emotional roller coaster. There will be tears shed for those who are no longer here, like my dad, his wife and my sister, but there will also be plenty of smiles and laughs as we congregate around the dining room table shuffling through photos of pre-school pilgrims, new braces, princess birthday parties, and the prom pictures I will take today.
In a month or so, I’ll create my daughter’s graduation page and officially finish the project. It’s always bittersweet when I get to the end, but I keep reminding myself of this simple truth:
The final page of this book is the foreword for the next..
And may the good Lord bless you honey with many, many more albums.