I am a wife. I am a mother. It is who I am. There was a day when I was not defined by these roles. Or these rolls either. Get it? Roles. Rolls.
Life was simpler and more like a Wheat Thin as compared to the rich complexities of a 12 layer chocolate cake of my current life.
A couple friends have recently posted about defining moments in their lives. I think I will too. Kind of like those cheesy email surveys you are supposed to send to 20 friends. "Which one of your friends will complete this first?" I find myself completing them each time they come around. For the record I am wearing a yellow sweater and my favorite food is spaghetti with angel hair noodles. Make sense out of that one.
A few years ago my grandma gave me an envelope full of pictures from my childhood. I had time to kill (this was obviously more than 5 years back) and I made a scrapbook. Behold the magic of Creative Memories. I took pictures of the scrapbook to highlight some of my somewhat and mostly shallow defining moments.
Childhood:
(good luck reading any of the captions. My computer's camera reversed the images. You could hold your computer screen up to a mirror to read them. Or you could come over and I would gladly show you my AWESOME scrapbook. Just please don't tell anyone I claim to be a photographer.)
Barbies, Barbies, and more Barbies, and one Ken
my sister as my favorite playmate
a super pink room, including the carpet (thanks dad)
books about missionaries because I was going to be one someday
homeschool friends and friends from church
bangs that started at the middle of my head
The Teen Years:
Pillazo pants
my first airplane ride and the beginning of an unquenchable desire for travel
homeschool, correspondence school, public school, and private school
playing piano in church and singing in the choir
PCCC, the CA camp where I worked during the summers
Dr. Pepper and Reeses Peanut Butter Cups
growing out the bangs that started at the middle of my head. we've had a sketchy relationship ever since, bangs and me
The College Days:
finally some tall friends, amazing and wonderful too
oversized sweaters and faded blue jeans
mostly harmless practical jokes
Dr. Pepper and Reeses Peanut Butter Cups
While You Were Sleeping
first boyfriend
20 extra pounds because of always asking for extra gravy from the cute cafeteria guy (who was not my first boyfriend)
The VW Rabbit that could actually hop
Getting Married, the pre-child years:
learning twitterpated is fun, but committed love is better
a home to decorate
dilutionally thinking I could have all-white anything while living on the farm
trading up to a VW Jetta
living the DINK life (double-income-no-kids)
sleeping in and snuggling
Africa
learning what love really means
Mommyhood:
throwing up in every bathroom in the Magic Kingdom. throwing up in general = pregnancy
"If any of you lacks wisdom..." (James 1:10) as my life's theme
gaining weight, losing weight, gaining weight, losing weight, gaining weight, and still trying to lose weight
Hooter Hider
sleep deprivation
family vacations
thinking my kids are so fantastic, and cute, and funny
finally something to take pictures of and loving it
the best days of my life
9 comments:
We have known each other a long time:-) Here's a toast to the years ahead with middle age and grown children... makes weight loss look easy!
awww...here, here! :)
God is good! So neat to think that he has orchestrated your life and brought through each up and down. I'm thankful I've been able to be apart of it too.
I am so glad you did this! Love it!
Wow that was a fast forward! Here's to many more best years! wait till you get to add grandparenting to that list- of course you have to endure the teen years agan from an entirely different perpsective...
Grandparenting is the greatest by far!...Just another GREAT chapter!
Thanks for sharing your backwards pictures!
Didn't know you guys had another baby? How old?? Congratulations! We just had another boy as well!!
This was a wonderful post Alysun! I was wondering if you still scrapbook.
Do you scrapbook anymore? It seems in these digital days, it's becoming a 'lost art.' I enjoyed your views on you. Kelsey
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