Recently, I shipped 16 camcorder cassettes across the country to be converted to DVDs. It was with much intrepidation that I boxed them up and sent them via UPS. I checked on the tracking number hourly as they crisscrossed their way across the nation and back. Finally, the package arrived at our home, the contents of which held six of the most eventful years of our lives. It has been pure joy to watch these DVDs, the start of which coincides with my rehearsal dinner, wedding and honeymoon and ends shortly before the birth of Lily. By then, we purchased a new camera then which was easier to download and edit on the computer.
To watch the beginning of your family, your first house, the birth of two children, moving, vacations, Christmas mornings, children playing and singing, sweet conversations between family and precious memories of those no longer with you...well, it is without words. I have cried sweet tears of remembrance and I have laughed until my stomach ached. Remembering life so fresh and new, so full of opportunity and anticipation has been soothing to my soul.
What has been most remarkable is watching my children speak, learn and interact in their toddler years. They were precious, but sadly it seems lifetimes ago. I don't recall much of what is on the tapes. As I watched, their sweet, barely discernible voices (none of mine were ever clear talkers) filled my heart. Their innocence bursting through, their hearts so open and believing of our God, yearning to hear about Him, talk about Him and sing about Him. If they were those ages today, I would surely gobble them up!
Oh, the promises of those days. The days were filled with nothing to do but mother and keep up a house. Not to down-play those tasks, as God knows the toddler years and the hours of 5 pm - 7pm are just about as dark as it gets. However, these days, my additional duties include driving an activities cab, cramming in homework, chores, emotions that are simply inconsolable, afterschool activities, one homeschooler, world war three squabbles all the while pointing to God as I yell, "Get in the van!"
For all the wonderful years that are behind us, how exciting to recognize how much of their lives are in front of them. Who will they be? What will they be? What choices will they make? For now, I'll be content reliving the past captured on those DVDs.