As of today, Mister has been out of my belly longer than he was in. In one sense, it feels like time has flown. Wasn’t it just yesterday that he laid still for diaper changes and didn’t tell me “done” when I put him in his car seat? In other ways, it feels like nine months has been an eternity. Thousands of diaper changes, hundreds of messy, sticky meals, and an unfathomable amount of Bink (yes, Bink is a proper noun in our house) replacements have passed, each with an audible tick of the clock.
Unlike in my writing, I can’t speed up or slow down my time with Mister. All I can hope is that I’m doing the best I can in each moment and capturing the important ones as memories.
How do you decide what important moments to include in your writing?