Memories are precious.
I have a pink scrapbook with two pages done for my daughter, who is 16.
I have a blue one for my son, which is empty.
Another pink one sits empty for my younger daughter, and nothing for my youngest son.
It’s one of those nagging sources of mommy guilt – all the pictures in boxes and on SD cards, the random albums, not to mention the scrapbook embellishments and papers and cool punchy-out thingies I’ve collected over the years.
I have good intentions.
I have lots of memories to record and preserve, and I love looking through the pictures of tea parties, camping trips, home improvements, and other childhood milestones.
I just fail at getting them all together in one pretty place.
We won’t even mention the baby books.
Trying to scrapbook was never a good idea for me. I should have had an older, more seasoned mom pull me aside, hand me a simple put-the-picture-in-the-sleeve album, and let her hold the baby while I stuffed the year’s worth of snapshots in.
I have to remind myself that many great people have lived without boatloads of baby pictures and scrapbooks of every memento from their childhood.
I’m sure Winston Churchill and Abraham Lincoln weren’t scarred by their lack of scrapbooks, photo albums, or Instagram accounts.
I’m sure my kids won’t be harmed by my hodgepodge of memory keeping attempts.
Still, I want to be a better steward of the memories we make – partly because I’m so forgetful, but mostly because we have the opportunity to preserve moments in time with our words and our pictures.
There are days that I doubt my mothering abilities. There are days that I listen to voices that tell me I never do anything fun or worthwhile with my kids, and days that I forget how precious people are and how quickly time is passing.
A few minutes flipping (or scrolling) through pictures will convince me otherwise and inspire me to live a good life today.
And in years to come, pictures will remind our children that mom and dad were young once, had hair once, and raised a young family like them.
So let me hold your baby and tell you about Project Life.
Project Life has been an eraser for my mommy-guilt in this one area.
It combines the pictures with the journaling and you do what you want with it.
Mine’s simple. Simple makes me happy.
It can be your baby book, your homeschool yearbook, your scrapbook of newspaper clippings for your athletes, your family photo album – anything you want it to be.
I love the three-ring binder and the sturdy pocket pages with a variety of layouts.
I love the journal cards and the fact that the box of scrapbook stuff I bought at the turn of the century can now be put to use.
The real beauty of Project Life for me is that I can start now, but I can always go back and add in things from previous months, years or decades.
This is important to me because I tend to “get crafty” and organized in fits and spurts.
Our local Michael’s craft store carries Project Life products and they can also be purchased online through Amazon.
Project Life has been an eraser for my mommy-guilt