Saturday 14 January 2012

How many memories do you have of your childhood? How many photo albums did your mum create? Do you wish you could pass the memories on to your children from when it actually happened?

How to go about it:
I was recently reading a post from a blog called mum-ment; Keeping Memories - 2012. As I was reading this wonderful and inspiring post I realised that there have been many precious moments that have happened that I have forgotten in the grind of everyday life. I don't want 10-15 years to pass and my girls don't have any well remembered funny moments; and lets face it having children in the house means there are many. But how can you capture the memories in a way that it will do them justice in years to come...   


PHOTO MEMORIES
In this digital age there really isn't a problem with having too little photos. I am worse than an Asian tourist when it comes to taking photos of my girls. My husband complains that I take about 10 photos for every pose; you have a better chance of a good photo that way! The only issue with digital photos are that they are stuck on the computer, while it is convenient enough to get them printed it can be a little pricey, especially if you take photos like me. One simple and somewhat considered old school now is a digital photo frame, which is a great way to display my many many photos without the expense of printing them and buying frames.

But what about the everyday memories? Let's face it, no ones memory is perfect and with multiple children you can never remember dates and ages for each perfectly.


EVERYDAY MEMORIES
Having a 3 year old and 1 year old means that there is a lot of humour in our house that can not be captured in a photo, and you can never find the video camera in time.

When I had miss 3 my Auntie gave me a wonderful book called "Mother's Memories - For my Daughter" which is a book you can write things about your own childhood as well as their childhood that you can pass onto them as a sentimental gift at their 21st. This is one way to go about preserving the childhood experiences, but you tent to be limited to what you put in it.




I love the idea of scrap booking, which can easily incorporate both photo memories and little stories here and there. The only problem is I do not have a crafty bone in my body as well as the cost of it, after all we are a family of four living on one wage.

What if you could pretty up an old glass jar with the kids and as the memorable phrases and experience happen, jot them down on a peice of paper with a few details as date and the child and place them in the jar? It would serve two purposes; 1. You are capturing the memory as it happens to ad to a journal or memory book at a later date and 2. something you can reflex on when you are feeling down, stressed or just annoyed at those amazingly beautiful children of yours.   



Monday 9 January 2012

Saturday 7 January 2012

My Background

At the age of 17 I was diagnosed with depression, the actual diagnosis took a while as they thought I was on drugs and such (which I wasn't). I went onto medication and was travelling along nicely. I met my husband at 18 and we were married when I was 23. A few months after our wedding I had a large falling out with my best friend which led to me becoming a cutter with anything that would make me bleed. I got treatment and medication and was back to "normal" within a few months.
I fell pregnant with my first child just after I turned 25. After an easy pregnancy where I was constantly on cloud nine I had a beautiful daughter and came crashing down with a healthy dose of post natal depression. My mood began to lift at around the time of my daughters 1st birthday. I fell pregnant again at 27 and suffered from prenatal depression and post natal after the birth of our second daughter. I have my medication at a comfortable level and am coping with the demands of a mother and housewife enough that I have decided to create a blog of my day to day joys and struggles in the hope that i can help someone else that has been in a similar position to me.