
Baby belly cast in plaster?
not on your life.Video of birth?
not allowed. hospital policy.Birth announcements?
nope.Baby book?
nada.2 mo, 4 mo, 6 mo photo shoots?
uh-uh.bronzed baby booties?
are you kidding!?photo album?
um, no.There is an overwhelming lack of milestone memorabilia in our house. We haven't been to a photo studio with our son. We haven't made a baby album. We haven't even contacted the courthouse yet for a copy of Aaron's birth certificate. Heaven help us if we have to prove he's ours. Or if we have to flee to Canada for some
unforeseen reason. Oh wait. We can't go there anymore without a passport. Guess we're stuck.
At least the firstborn through the
lastborn children of our family will have the same lack of stuff. We will have none of this
SuperCollection for the first,
BigCollection for the second, Collection for the third, and dwindling off to nothing for the others! In our house, there will be no echoes of, "Mommy loves me more. She made me a baby book!
NYAH!" as tongues stick out. No strains of, "So
prove it that you're not adopted - where's your birth announcement?"
OK so maybe the real reason I've not done any of these things is that I am a cheapskate. Or a slacker. Or clueless. Maybe even unorganized,
unprioritized, and undoubtedly, something far worse. I'm definitely not a Blue Ribbon Creative Memories Mother. And the horrid, stark truth is - I don't really want to be. I can hear your gasps of horror now.
Aaron and siblings, should God send us any, will be documented on the
CD's full of digital pictures that are stacking up quickly on our desk - his milestones, in the little squares of the calendar (when I remember) rather than the exquisite scrapbooks that Other People's Blue Ribbon Mothers slave over for hours, cutting their fingers with special edged scissors and agonizing over paper choices. But our kids will be able to fit their childhoods in a
duffel, and travel the world. And if by some odd twist of genetics they want to make their own scrapbooks, then they'll have the digital photos to do it.
Also about now, I'm beginning to wonder if there was some sort of manual that I missed out on. It didn't even occur to me to get Aaron a special Easter outfit. And I don't think I will.
Lord willing, I won't stink quite as badly at the other aspects of mothering I have yet to face. Hopefully, we will be able to show our kids God's love for us, and our responsibility and
privilege to honor and worship Him with our lives. I pray that we will be able to see Aaron and any future siblings accept Christ an an early age. We certainly expect to have lots of fun in the
Muth family. I sure hope we'll be able to enjoy our family and make memories that will be stamped in our brains forever.
And for this mom, that is worth more than Copper #47 on acid free "Autumn Leaves" paper.