Writing your memories
Johannah graduated from high school in June. On Saturday we celebrated her admission to the Ohio State University with a big party. (That girl has friends! They came by the dozens…)
At the end of the day, my mother who had flown out from California, my mother, author of the Help Lord! I’m Having a Senior Moment books, gave Johannah her graduation gift. As Johannah unwrapped it, she assumed the sunflower covered book was blank for recording her college experiences. But on closer inspection, she discovered that inside were entries written by my mother (her grandmother) that went all the way back to 1995. My mom has been making entries in similar books for each of our kids. She writes an entry each time she returns from a visit.
Johannah was blown away. She hadn’t known.
Unlike gifts of money (much appreciated) and dorm stuff (much needed), this gift came from the heart (much more meaningful). I had done the same thing for Johannah in her baby book from birth through age seven. Together, these two sources of journaled memories gave Johannah not only a glimpse into what her life was like as a child, but also what her grandmother and mother were like as they watched her grow up. What did we enjoy? How did we express it? What mattered to us?
I haven’t always been consistent in journaling my kids’ lives. (My mom has – she’s more like that than me. Rats! Where did that gene go?) But any time I’ve taken the time to write down my heart for my kids, I know I’ve done something worthwhile.
Go get that baby book and add to it today. You’ll be glad you did.