Day 31, Friday: A vivid memory
I was lying awake in bed last night thinking about what I should write about. The blog is supposed to be about the girls, but it feels so predictable to go that route. Plus, they have only existed for two years (I’m counting my pregnancy), so pretty much every memory is vivid. I could write about something with Ken, but isn’t that what I’m trying to get past? (Sorry, baby!) What I mean is, part of my struggle so far this year is that I’ve gotten too wrapped up in being a mom and being Ken’s wife and forgetting to be Emily. To have the same interests I had before we got married and made babies (sorry, Dad.) So, if that’s something I’m working on then I should write about a memory that’s mine right? But it still needs to be honest because that’s what this blog is. No matter whether the post is silly, serious, sentimental (getting a little carried away with the alliterations), at the end of the day this is the place where I am 100% completely honest.
Whoa, where did I go with that! What was this supposed to be about? Memories! Got it.
Disney’s Beauty and the Beast was released in theaters when I was 5. I was their target audience. I absolutely fell in love with it and, I believe, got my parents to take me to see it in the theater 4 times. At the time, my brother was an infant. Literally. Not like when he was 13 and would say something asinine and I would roll my eyes and think “oh my god, you are such an infant”. No, he was actually an infant.
Anyways, fast forward about5 years. It was still my favorite movie, and my little brother would watch it with me. And when we played together we would act out the entire movie. We would scrounge together some costume pieces and a couple of props and assign characters and go through the movie line by line and song by song, with me prompting my brother if he forgot a line. I have such fond memories of playing this with my brother. There was so much joy in playing with him, mostly because he just went along with whatever I said. You know, until he became a pre-teen.
My favorite is you directing us to Disney songs on the bunk house, and then all of us performing the numbers for Mom and Grandpa.
Beautiful. My twin and i did this too! Won’t it be fun when you can relive the memories and pretend with your girls on that level again? They’re so super blessed!