I'm reading Anne Lamott's "Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son's First Year". She's real and rough around the edges. I like her honesty, even if she's hell bent on hating certain political parties or admitting she's struggled with all sorts of addictions and difficulties. Her friend challenged her to write down something about her son everyday, and that's how this book came about. Some days are short little snippets of thoughts or an action her son did. Other days it's a compilation of things about him, or her, or her friends.
Part of me wants to do the same...to write about Simon everyday. It goes fast. Or I've also thought about maybe taking a picture of him everyday...compiling a concoction of images from his first year. I'm not sure. I just don't want to be 50 years old and not able to remember the things I love about these times with him. I can barely remember things from being pregnant some days...so I know it's possible to forget.
Anne has had loved ones die, so I appreciate what she has to say about surviving that and the grief in her life. I have another book of hers I plan to read as well.
International Babylost Mother's Day is this weekend. Sending love to all you mama's and families and remembering your sweet babies.
Missing you Lyra.