Life is not a matter of milestones, but of moments. ~ Rose Kennedy

Last night my youngest grandchild, Nolan, used a fork for the first time. He is 17 months old and a little ball of energy. His face was so intent as he maneuvered his plastic fork into each piece of pear on his plate and carefully raised it to his awaiting mouth.  I had a smile from ear to ear as he lifted his fork in the air and smiled and said, “Nona” in a “Hey,look at me” way.

I don’t remember if that was a milestone I wrote in his mother’s baby book or not.  She was my first, so chances are it may be in there. I am sure it didn’t get into my son’s baby book because I was not as diligent the second time around.

I am not one of those moms who can remember how old each child was when he/she walked or talked or said a first word, but I do have so many memories.  Some of them are firsts, but most of them are just everyday moments that are etched on my heart forever.



5 thoughts on “Moments

  1. Can so relate Rita. By the time my youngest of 3 was born, I din’t even take many photos – as he stills remind me at times! Now my baby has a baby – what a joy.
    Lovely post!

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    1. Thank you. My son-in-law transferred my Dad’s old reel to reel movies to a DVD. It has an hour of my older brother, some of me, a little of my younger brother, and just a glimpse of my younger sister. LOL.


  2. “…everyday moments that are etched on my heart forever!” Beautiful words. Love the description of grandson using a fork for the first time. Everyday moments are the best!

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