One year ago, I was the eager, enthusiastic mum who was terribly excited about celebrating her son’s first year. I had a photobook done, burnt several nights just arranging and re-arranging page and photo layouts…writing heart-felt notes to my baby for his future self to read through…planned an insanely exhausting but smashingly fun birthday party surrounding his favourite book of the moment, had a hair cut to welcome his new milestone (what a convenient excuse to get some time off at the hairdresser’s!) and went to great lengths sorting out goodie bags for various age range because I didn’t want it to end up in the thrash can too soon.
Now one year later, I still can’t believe that my son’s turning 2 within 3 weeks and even received his first birthday gift today from a very awesome aunty. And as I stare at the blank canvases of the 2nd photobook that I’ve supposed to have worked on since 4 weeks ago, only to find myself still at the same page day after day because my memory’s suddenly so hazy after the 15th month, I’m kicking myself so hard for not documenting enough of him, with the sort of details that I would like to pen down in my 2nd book to him. Thank goodness for photos, instagram, captions and photo details which is allowing me to do some sort of jigzaw match slowly but surely but this exercise has definitely reminded me of why I should continue to blog more often – public or privately; because like filing one’s income tax, doing it last minute and in an unorganized fashion is way more time and energy consuming and I’d rather spend it with my family then alone at the dining table, looking frustrated.
Reminder to self.