Confession: I am horrible about writing in journals for my kids. Awful. I have a handful of amazing journals. Blank. Don’t get me wrong, I have a million things throughout the day that I want to tell my children. I have moments captured in my mind that I am positive I won’t ever forget.
I am certain each special moment is stored neatly in my brain, labeled with each child’s name, dated, time stamped and checked for accuracy. I have sweet conversations recorded in some part of my brain that will re-play on cue throughout my life. How could I ever forget? The memories of my children are the most special moments of my life. These are the moments you remember forever. Right!?
Enter reality. Most days I can’t even remember what day of the week it is. On more than one occasion I have actually given wrong information regarding my child’s date of birth. (I know…I know….I have tried to push those memories to the back of my brian labeled “DO NOT OPEN”). It happens. It actually makes me a better daughter and more forgiving of my own mom when she continues to ask me what year I graduated. Clearly, it runs in the family.
What is one “mom-nesia” inflicted mom to do? Create email accounts for my children and email them pictures and emails almost daily. Duh. Why didn’t I think of this years ago? Well, because one of my amazing mom friends didn’t share the idea years ago.
On a serious note, it has become an obsession. This week I emailed my children pictures from their preschool and toddler group graduations. I email silly pictures, serious pictures and daily snapshots of our lives. I email messages including my favorite things they say and do. I send them messages about life lessons and the people I hope and know they will become.
It is my hope, that when my children are grown, I will give them their individual email accounts filled with letters and pictures from their childhood. I can imagine them reading over the messages with a smile and basking in the overwhelming feeling of love. That is, of course, if I can remember the passwords to their accounts.