Nine months ago this week, Vincent died. His last few days, weeks even, are burned into my mind, easy to visualize, precious, yet painful. I don't enjoy recalling these memories very often, I have a file of pictures on my desktop entitled "pictures to never look at" and yet sometimes I wake up in the morning and throughout the day have mini flash-backs of those very moments.
|Last time to play outside|
Then there are things I can recall easily on a daily basis: Vincent nursing, playing and taking baths with his brother, going to the park, watching Sesame Street, everyone eating dinner and going to the beach.
|First year photo shoot by Luminosity|
And then there are things I have simply forgotten, memories that are lost somewhere in my mind due to exhaustion, inattentiveness. For years now I've read blogs written by moms of multiple kids, and somehow they seem to manage their farming, crafting, nursing, and mothering pretty well. I, however, was one of those moms that felt very overwhelmed with having two children under the age of two. Both children were in diapers, needed more attention than I could give and had difficulty eating (Vincent had GERD). My husband was gone 3-4 nights out of the week attending grad school, and I was working as well, largely from home. It wasn't until Vincent turned one year old that I felt I really had a handle on it, raising these two kids, crafting, cooking dinners, cleaning the house, and staying on top of work. Vincent's first year was a blur for me of busyness, exhaustion, and overwhelming stress.
And then he was diagnosed with cancer, right after his first birthday.
There is so much I'd like to remember from that priceless year we all shared. I'd love to be able to recall just one week of how we spent our time, loved each other, how we made it to the end of the day in one piece. I'd love to remember that one Christmas together, that Easter season, any day trips we took.
There is so much I don't remember.
For now I'll keep recalling any memories I do have, painful or not, overwhelming or mundane. I'll nurture them in my heart like my love for Vincent, ever flourishing.