I love when my son gets a great picture of his sister and I and that I can share it with his friends and family. My favorite thing to do is to take a few shots of my son and my niece to send to my daughter-in-law who is now married. These shots always include a few moments that I am happy to remember and share with her.
I have a son and a daughter-in-law, so I am always happy when I can share moments with them. So many times though, I’m not aware of the quality of the picture I am taking. My sister-in-law had a great time looking through the pics I took of her daughter and son for their wedding yesterday. It was one of the best moments of my life.
The fact is I am so happy to share with my daughter-in-law because she has been a huge part of my life for almost twenty years. She is the first person I ever shared a significant moment with that she knows and loves. I can tell her about the fun things we did as kids and she always says thank you! She is a great sister-in-law and I always look forward to having her over for dinner.
The fact is that her daughter is now seventeen, but she was still a teenager when she was my first cousin.
I love that my family has been through so many transitions. When I was growing up, my father was in and out of the hospital, and the divorce from my mom left a lot of unfinished business. We then moved to Oregon and lived with my sister for 4 years. Then I moved back to Montana and had to move in with my mother for 2 years. Then my parents divorced again. Then I moved back to Oregon and had to move in with my sister for 2 years.
I don’t know if it was all due to the divorce or the move, but I think it was the move that made me grow up and get older. It was the move that gave me a chance to explore who I was, and get to know myself better. My mom and I always had a lot of questions about what I was going to do with my life, but we rarely spoke about it.
It’s not as simple as the move either. The move forced us to confront the “who we are” in a new light. It forced us to think more about our parents’ divorce and the decision to move back home. It forced us to consider what we wanted to do with our lives without a clear plan of action. It forced us to see who we are without the baggage of the past. It forced us to ask ourselves questions we rarely ever really thought of asking.
It did all of this while we were still young. We were only in high school, but by the end of last year we were approaching 30. As we grew older, we became even more aware of how much we could change in a year. For the first time in our lives, we felt like we could have a better life than we had before. It’s a feeling that we’re so used to that we forget to be thankful for it.
Growing up is a very difficult thing to do. It’s hard to feel that you have a better life than you did before. It’s hard to feel that your childhood is really over. It’s hard to feel that you have a better future than you did before. While your childhood might have been a lot better than before, it’s easy to forget that your past is gone forever.
You might remember your childhood as being a time of innocence, but what about the time you were growing up and were afraid because you couldn’t tell anyone about it. So many people don’t realize that this is the place where they became afraid. You can’t hide the shame that you had to hide.