Ever since the very day I found out I was pregnant with each child, I have been writing each of them letters. All throughout my pregnancy and into every season of their lives, I have shared bits and pieces of their journey and all those amazing moments that plead to be captured in words. Written for a purpose. Shared with a passion that only a mother can do. Pure proof of each detail of their life that deserves to be recorded from their mother, and passed down to them for years to come.
I look back on these letters and I am in awe of my love and my devotion to each tiny and tremendous turn that has passed. I so easily have forgotten many of them, and I will always be grateful I dedicated so much time to dictating their journey in this world.
Many of these letters ramble on and on…
Many of these letters are filled with typos and fragments and gushy sentiments, prompted by blurry days and sleepless nights.
Many of these letters chronicle changes and turns that are a faded memory. And pages yet to be filled, are the hopes and dreams of their future.
Oh, do I hope someday they will read each one and bask in the glorious life that is their own.
I often wonder if I had letters like these from my own mother, how priceless they would be to me. I would soak in every last word and wonder in the wonder of it all. My life story, authored by the woman who brought me into the world.
I consider this the most precious gift I can give my kids. It gives me great peace knowing that they will have documentation of their lives and the valuable details of each season there for the taking. I love that in the end, I will leave behind a treasure of paper, lined with jewels and gems they will own for their keeping.
A life journal. A memoir. A mom’s diary. A love letter, written over and over again, revealing the heart of a mother and the life of a child.
I’ve never been a crafty girl. So as the days unfold through each season of my kids’ lives, I continually collect bits and pieces of memories in a basket. I fill it with pictures, artwork, report cards, tickets to shows, notes from daddy etc. When I finish a letter, I gather all of those precious items and put them in an album with the letter. I don’t “scrapbook” because I simply don’t have the patience or the delicate creative nature to do those amazing things. I simply STUFF the stuff in!! I spread it all through the pages of the album and add the letter to the last page of that season’s collection of memories. My kids have overflowing albums lined in my bookshelf, filled with highlights of each passage of time and love letters throughout.
I am reminded of the need to write their letters now, as every new school year warrants such a note. I tend to write the letters at the beginning and the end of the school years, and always around the Holidays. These are apparently the natural times of reflection and excitement of big changes and new turns. I am behind, as I haven’t written them their end of the school year letters from last May! It’s time to go through the heaping piles in my basket, sort through pictures and items that were so carefully picked and placed, and dive into the letter-writing task at hand.
So much to write…
I painstakingly focus on each memory and linger there a while, as I carefully place my words on paper.
This is my gift to them. And to me.
Do you write letters to your children? How do you capture their special moments?