The other day I was cleaning out one of my junk drawers (I actually have several junk drawers in my bedroom closet – no lie!) and found a treasure. I found the journal that my mother had written for me. I had forgotten about it, so you could imagine my face when I saw it. Happy and sad but with a huge smile.
At the time I received the journal, at high school graduation, I thought it was nice gesture… But it didn’t mean as much to me as it does now, especially without my mom being alive. Going through the pages, reading stories about what I did, what type of personality I had, what my mother thought I would be good at in life. Mind blowing. And from what I’ve read, I’m pretty much still the same. Might be older, but your person is yours from the get-go.
I think what I like the most about the journal is that it’s written in my mother’s voice. I haven’t “heard” her voice in 10 years, and sometimes you forget how much your mother was in your corner.
Yes, you have your children and husband in your corner, but there is just that special something that you can only get from your mom.
My point to this story is that I think as mothers, we should do the same for our children or grandchildren. Go find a journal, start writing about your children, grandchildren, use photos, and any kind of memorabilia saved throughout the years.
Don’t worry about finishing the journal. Just get it going. I guarantee your children and their children will feel your love and warmth when they stumble upon it later on in their lives.