capturing mundane moments

I haven't sat down to write in six months. Six. Months. Nearly every day something comes to mind and I think, "I should write about that!" but the excuse is, I have so many things on my writing to-do list that I want to post in order because I am me and everything has to be in order. Well, today I break the blog block cycle. I am posting out of order. Yes many interesting things happened in the past six months, but I will get to that. Today I am posting about today. It wasn't anything special. Just a moment in time. A moment in my children's lives that I feel like writing about.

For the month of May I am participating in my friend Kristina's Instagram Project called 31 Days of Working Motherhood (#31DaysWM), where she has challenged herself and others to post a daily photo of what life as a working mom looks like. Desperate to get back in the habit of documenting, I joined in. You can follow me on Instagram to check it out (if I know you - if you have some cryptic screen name and no profile pic then sorry, I won't accept your request).

This was my post today:

I try to make meals from scratch as much as possible.
It doesn't always happen.
Some days it happens at 8pm.
#31DaysWM

I felt as though today's photo captured more that I was able to express in a caption so I wanted to expand on it. Today was basically a wash on the productivity scale. I kept the kids alive, the house in order, and squeezed in some work here and there. But Phil accidentally took both sets of car keys to work so I didn't get any errands done until after he came home this afternoon. So, dinner preparations began late. Like 7pm late. 

Nevertheless, I stuck to my plan to do a little Cinco de Mayo celebration with our kids. Everyone helped in the kitchen and as the sun set we enjoyed a meal of soft tacos on homemade tortillas with homemade guacamole and mojitos (kid-friendly of course) with fresh mint picked from our garden. We even gave the kids a little salsa dancing demonstration, much to their delight, bringing us back to our college days when we flirted while taking dance lessons at the local community center.

Every time I make homemade flour tortillas my mind goes back to the kitchen of Celia Determan, the mother of my childhood best friend, who taught us how to make them in her tiny little kitchen when we were kids. My friend, Sara, passed away several years ago and I haven't seen her mom in years but I'm sure she would appreciate knowing that I am teaching my kids to make them.

It's nice when mundane days end up hosting meaningful moments. It reminds me that some of the most memorable moments of my childhood likely occurred on seemingly mundane days to the adults involved. I try to pause and realize that this right now might be something that my children will carry with them.