Thursday, July 24, 2014
Now that I have actually begun to straighten out the pictures that I have, I found that it has been easier than I thought it would be. Such is many of the projects that I put off - this just re-affirms that I need to just plunge head-first into projects that I am putting off. Sometimes I believe that I put more effort into thinking about projects than I do actually doing them.
When my girls were younger, my mother-in-law was one who always had a camera handy. I have so many memories of my girls' childhood thanks to her. I was able to go through them when the girls were teenagers and make albums for them. It's nice that we all have different pictures. Occasionally, we will get nostalgic and go through them and talk through the night about the different memories.
I find myself taking a lot of pictures of Helena already. Can't help it - I'm a typical grandma; she's so adorable. I want to be able to preserve memories for her as my mother-in-law did for us. I want to add my own notes to the pictures. When I do things in life, I always hope that I remember things in detail. I am realistic to know that this doesn't always happen. It's funny how my girls and I will think back and remember different things.
Also, I was determined to get a camcorder before the baby was born. I do so wish that I had videos of my girls when they were younger. And videos of my dad - the girls were only 6 and 4 when he passed. They have vague memories of him. He was such a great person. It would be so great to hear his voice, to show the girls more of him.
With my mom having such a bad winter, I have to be realistic and know that Helena may not remember much of the great-grandma that she was named after. Actually, she was named after both of her great-grandmas on Sherry's side of the family and my mother-in-law's best friend. She was the girls' third grandma and they are all named Helen. Her middle name of Evelyn comes from Daryl's grandma.
I got videos of the great-grandmas meeting Helena. I will always treasure the one of my mom. She just laughed and laughed and talked to Helena. She sang Polish songs to her that I remember her singing to me. I wish that things were different with my mother-in-law. She has dementia and just is not the vibrant, wonderful, loving person she was when the girls were little. She taught the girls a lot of Bible songs and stories. I wish I could carry a tune - I'd teach Helena in a heartbeat. Gotta get my brother drafted for the singing...