WHAT IF I RECORDED EVERY SINGLE DAY?

There’s a question that has been sitting quietly in my mind.

What if I record every single day?

Not like Temi Otedola. Not for the world. Not to curate perfection. But to simply notice.

Since becoming a parent, this question feels heavier, more urgent. Time, once slow and predictable, now flies. One day, she fits in my arm; the next day, she’s babbling words, reaching for things, crawling, becoming her own little person.

It hit me more on this random Tuesday morning.

She had just discovered how to look for me and her dad from a tiny open space in her bedside crib, her two eyes shining brightly. I couldn’t see her lips, but I knew she was smiling. What a sight! It melts my heart every single time.

Of course, I smiled back at her as always. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought.

I’ll always remember this.

But will I?

If you know me, you already know how much of a mother hen I am but I still find myself wondering if I’m missing any moment simply because I didn’t stop to notice them. The way her fingers curl around mine, the way she laughs heartily when her dad tries to tickle her. or when she laughs out loud when I say stinky diaper while smelling her bum. Not to forget the way she smacks her lips while sucking the bone of a chicken leg – which seems to be her favourite at the minute.

If I record every single day, I’ll be gathering all these memories that make up her childhood. It doesn’t have to be big, polished videos. Not long journal entries. Just something each day. A note. A picture…Not the big big milestones that are easy to remember like first steps, first words – but the minute things of daily life. Yunno?

And maybe in doing so, I’ll capture myself – who I am as her mother in these short, precious phases. The exhaustion, yes. But also the awe. The moments of doubt, the moments of pride, and little joys I might otherwise forget.

Recording every day won’t be about perfection – I just had a throwback feeling to when I used to make youtube videos. The pressure of perfection more often than not took me further from actually recording the videos.

This one will be about showing up regardless, showing up for this life I’ve been blessed with, for this child who is growing way too fast.

One day, she’ll be grown. She will probably ask me what she was like as a baby.

And I won’t have to guess or try hard to remember.

I’ll show her

I’ll tell her about the magic of those days and relive the moments because…

I recorded it.

I was there.

I saw her.

I saw myself becoming.