193 Marbles
My daughter and son took out the photo albums to look at photos from when they were babies. I sat down with them for a bit and started flipping through the pages. It was great to take a moment to look back at how much they’ve each grown and remember some awesome moments of their toddlerhoods (like my son’s stage of wearing his swimming goggles around the house).
What amazed me about the volumes of albums is the lack of photos of Ex-man and me. I could have counted on two hands the number of photos of us in the dozen years we spent together. You could argue that someone had to be the photographer but bottom line, Ex-man and I just didn’t have that many great times together to warrant a photo being taken, nor did we have a celebratory relationship. Yes, our family times were good and most of the photos were of the kids but why was that? Perhaps our job together was merely to be parents to our kids. Sometimes the empty spaces say more than the full spaces.
When I look back at the photos of my Ex-husband and me, I see countless photos of the two of us - our wedding photos, us traipsing around Europe, dinner parties, etc. Whereas it’s not fair to compare the two relationships, what I’m aware of is that in my next relationship, I’d like to have more fun times.
My daughter and son took out the photo albums to look at photos from when they were babies. I sat down with them for a bit and started flipping through the pages. It was great to take a moment to look back at how much they’ve each grown and remember some awesome moments of their toddlerhoods (like my son’s stage of wearing his swimming goggles around the house).
What amazed me about the volumes of albums is the lack of photos of Ex-man and me. I could have counted on two hands the number of photos of us in the dozen years we spent together. You could argue that someone had to be the photographer but bottom line, Ex-man and I just didn’t have that many great times together to warrant a photo being taken, nor did we have a celebratory relationship. Yes, our family times were good and most of the photos were of the kids but why was that? Perhaps our job together was merely to be parents to our kids. Sometimes the empty spaces say more than the full spaces.
When I look back at the photos of my Ex-husband and me, I see countless photos of the two of us - our wedding photos, us traipsing around Europe, dinner parties, etc. Whereas it’s not fair to compare the two relationships, what I’m aware of is that in my next relationship, I’d like to have more fun times.
The question is, if there weren’t so many magic moments with Ex-man and me, why am I having such difficulty letting go? Do numerous photos make it easier or harder to let go of an ex? Or are the photos insignificant? Is it the memories that are significant? Or are neither significant? Is it the mind that is creating significance and preventing from being in allowance of change?
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