You forget how much one year olds love water. And splashing. And watching things float. And seeing what sinks.
You also forget that the toilet bowl is the easiest accessible water at the perfect height for the average 2 foot tall child.
You remember that your 8 year old never remembers to flush. You try to forget biology class.
You forget that pressing buttons is so much fun. You remember that your tv is programmable and forget how to get back the now missing 35 channels.
You forget that taking away anything from a one year old results in back arching, throwing, kicking fits. You remember that all they want is to hug you, the mean mama, because you make them feel better.
You forget the nighttime battles and sleepless nights. You remember the wonder of a toddler throwing herself on you for a full body cuddle, snuggled tight into bed.
You forget the food thrown on the floor off the high chair tray. You remember the delight of a toddler tasting her first popsicle.
You forget the awe of watching a child grow and change before your eyes. You remember that your gigantic sons were that toddler a blink ago.
I remember now. Do you? These memories are precious. Imagine watching those memories of your children through the eyes of another mother.
Pictures may never be enough, but it is something. I realized today I have given 1246 pictures in duplicate to my girls' parents. 1246. Since May. I want them to remember too.