The Memory Jar.

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

On the first of January 2016, I found an old jar and wrote on it with a sharpie. The idea was that, over the year, we would write down little happy moments on bits of paper - things we might not necessarily remember otherwise - fold them up, and pop them in the jar. Ready to open at the end of the year.

Yesterday we tipped them out and took a look at them.






These little notes - along with tickets and wristbands and receipts and stuff - were a really lovely reminder of all the good stuff that happened last year. Admittedly there are some months that have no entries because I kept forgetting, but we still found some little, happy moments to recall and feel grateful for that we had forgotten about.

It made me realise that 2016 was a really good year for us.

In the spirit of looking back in happiness, here's a few big things that happened.

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Chris and I have grown another year older together. This year marked our ten year anniversary. Ten years since we kissed goodnight in his car and my life changed forever.


Then and now. 

I would mourn how old I feel but I don't feel bad about it. In fact, I love it. Older, wiser, happier, more grateful, is what we are. Although I do still feel like it's the early noughties and am surprised when I remember we're in the late teens now.

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Our little girl turned three this year.


I had another year at home with her. Another year of waking up at ridiculous hours and counting 8 a.m as the world's most extravagant lie-in. Another year of adventure and fun and silliness and laughter and tears (both of us). I love the very bones of this girl.

She's changing. She's funny, and smart, and sweet, and cheeky, and occasionally a bit of a challenge ;) three is an awesome age. It's all dinosaurs and dancing, tea parties with soft toys and fort-making.

I love her unabashed zest for life. 'This is my favourite song/book/game in the WHOLED WIDE WORLD!' is said at least once a day.

And this year she got to become a big sister. I'll never forget the look on her face when we told her. Or the look on her face when she stumbled sleepily into our bedroom at three in the morning to find her baby brother there, in our bed, as if he'd arrived by magic.

(LOL I wish)

She's had to grow up a lot this year. At times, she's had to do things for me. Weirdly, I think that's made the transition to Big Sisterhood a bit easier.

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Speaking of that ... one day this year my husband innocently unwrapped an Easter egg in the kitchen (after Jellybean had gone to bed, obviously. We're not idiots) and I ran out of the room, gagging.

Chris peeped his head around the corner and said 'Yeah, I think you might be pregnant.'

Enter this guy:


Alright, it took 40 weeks and a lot of effort to grow him. In fact, this pregnancy made me feel so awful that it dominated most of the year, with Chris having to do pretty much everything because I had to give up a lot of stuff (hoovering, mopping, changing sheets, tidying, bathing our toddler, unloading the dishwasher, and, well, walking around). However, he was definitely worth the feeling of being totally useless for most of the year.

Because look!


This is, as far as we are concerned, our last baby, and I know now that they are only this tiny for a short space of time. So I'm enjoying it, a lot. I like seeing him wake up a bit more. I like all the little things about him: the cheeky satisfied look he gives me when he's feeding, the way he goes cross-eyed when he tries to focus, his little crumpled looking ears, how much he loves to study the face of his big sister.

Now I have two little people to love so much that it kind of feels like my heart might break.

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Most of our other memories from this year are little things. The feeling of discovering a tiny, beautiful little beach on our campsite when we went on holiday (it was one of my favourite holidays so far, despite the rain, even torrential rain on the last day when we all got soaked trying to spot wild cats at Exmoor zoo). Days out here and there. Weddings, family gatherings. Many board games with our friends. As many walks as my hip could manage.





I'm not sure what's to come for 2017. There is a good chance my time as a stay at home Mum will come to an end at some point this year, which is mostly good, I think. Other than that, we are not entirely sure what's going to happen. But then again, does anyone? We've never been ten-year-plan people anyway.


But I'm excited to see what is to come.

The jar is empty and waiting ...


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4 comments:

  1. What a wonderful idea. I love your memory jar. What a fun thing to unwrap at the end of the year and some amazing times to look back on. Wishing you and your family all the fun again for 2017. #Sharewithme

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  2. Love your memory jar Meg. We can get overwhelmed with those negative thoughts can't we! A perfect antidote and great way to start the new year x

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  3. We are doing this for the first time this year. Our jar is for all the good/happy things that happen this year. Thanks for linking to #sharewithme and Happy New Year

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  4. Such lovely memories... half of 2016 was dominated by pregnancy for me too, am havingnour second in march and am looking forward to all the memory making! May have to get myself a jar... #sharewithme

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