{keeping memories}
Time. It's the gooey-like gravity that keeps our feet flat-pressed to Earth. Solid in concept and, yet, a reservoir of space just the same. Open. Kept. Used. Wasted. Occupied or vacant, time moves. It presses forward keeping record of life. Movements & decisions procure a series of chain reactions creating our days & nights here on this gravity-bound planet.
And the human in me wants so desperately to keep it: this idea of time. I want to record it. Label it. Mold it & freeze it just a little if I'm honest. About 3 years ago, I began a series here in this space to serve the Mama of me. In short, I wanted to do my practical best at preserving these moments we call years in weekly format. I wanted a simple way to connect the everyday to memory. My 2 in 52 was born with intention to capture 1 simple image of my boys from the 52 week calendar year and record memories and emotions to that image. Keeping memories simply, this 52 movement was my reminder that life is BIG in the little. That year-end ceremonies and awards are grand, but memories are made everyday.
My 2 in 52 captured big bulging moments I am so very thankful to have logged here in this space. Like embracing the race of childhood, the lake and honest thoughts on parenting, how it feels to miss them, reminders of how joyful & golden free play can really be and watching them read together to name just a few. This 52 movement weltered up goodness in me. Better yet, it procured a place where my boys can go to know themselves through their Mama's eyes a little more.
So with 2015 upon us, I am choosing to continue this memory series. For me. For them. And maybe for you too. Because life has so much hustle & hurry. And I want to do my very best at memory keeping. Once a week you will find my boys here in this space. Attached will by my memories from the image on display in whatever way suits me best. Together, my boys and I are beginning a concrete practice to the art of stories & pictures. I look forward to sharing that with you here as well.
My 2 in 52: {week 52}
The concrete was cool on my back. I can remember the dampness as it climbed through my running shirt. The sun was clean. And the air was clear on this day. You both needed time outside. Out of doors and away from the technical gumbo that stifles this generation NOW in which you belong.
We took turns shooting. Around the world. Hit 10 straight. Bank shot challenge. Boy vs. Mama one-on-one too. Daddy was on the other side of this lens. The big camera was outside atop the garbage can nearby as Casey asked me to take some "action shots" of his new soccer cleats. I don't know what exactly compelled Dad to capture this image, but I am so glad he did.
Casey, you were a bumble bee with your notorious buzzing energy. Around & around in circles, I bet you practiced lay-ups for at least 10 minutes straight. Eli, you and I were hard-at-work on backspin. Moving your shot upward with rotation to create just the right movement for scoring.
I want to remember the turns I took with both of you for instruction. I want to remember the effort you each gave and the gamut of attitudes as they shifted from sour to soaring and back again. Instruction from Mama ebbs & flows with its success rate. It's important for me to note that my job is to provide it nonetheless.
We hustled. We moved. We sweat. Outside & together. You guys & me. And I liked to make more of that. The outside & sweating. For life is not meant for keeping still & inside. This image excites me as Mama to do more of this very good thing with you both. This generation NOW has its place in you; this world moving does too. Gooey-like & flat-pressed to Earth, time is best kept.
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My 2 in 52: {week 52}
Week one. Done. I hope you'll join me. Capture one image from each week and attach memory to it. Remember the details. Exercise your senses, too. Tell the feelings be them good or bad. Tell them real. Share on social media with the hashtag: #fiftytwomovement
It is my hope that by the time December of 2015 arrives we will have a wonderful collection of what growing kiddos looks & feels like in the everydays that compose this time kept life.