I am a writer, by nature. I have a hopechest that is gradually being filled with the journals I've been keeping since I was eighteen. I write on this blog. I'm working on a couple of different projects, and I write for Phases of Womanhood. I write fiction, non-fiction, and poetry. Being a writer is a part of who I am. And, recently, I came up with a way to share that piece of myself with my children.
Of course, Brian and I already have the tradition of writing a letter to each of our children on their birthdays, and I have a babybook for each of my two children. I also keep a family scrapbook going year-round. But, I recently realized that I would really love to be able to give my children the gift of knowing about their own childhoods--and about each other's! But, of course, I don't want them to have to go poking through all my old diaries to find out about that. I could tell them stories, naturally, but what about when I'm gone, and what about the stories I might forget?
So I came up with the idea to start a journal for each of them. Each journal begins with the story of the child's own birth, naturally. Then, I record memorable events, funny things they did or said, hopes and dreams that I have for them; whatever little tidbits of life come along that I want to pass on to them one day. When they leave our home one day, I will give them their journal, so that they will always know where they come from and who they are.
Sophia's journal is the one with the flours, James' the ones with the knights. It took me ages to find just the right ones. It has been so much fun filling them out. Since I only came up with the idea recently, I had to go back through my diaries to catch Sophia's up. What a blessing that I kept them so diligently! Even with only two years of life to Sophia's credit and two months to James', it is amazing what incredible life stories have already been woven for these precious children of mine! God is so good, and I feel so blessed that I can help to record the stories He is writing for them.