Something weird has occurred to me lately.
I started thinking about how I don't know anything about what my parents' lives were like before they got married or had kids. It's like in my mind they ceased to exist before they had me. It's an arrogant mindset. But it just feels to me like this is their life and has always been their life. Married with kids. It's who they are. And I wonder who they were before all that.
And it makes me wonder if my life that I have now will disappear some day. I feel like some of it already has. There are already a lot of things I've forgotten. Things that helped mold me into who I am today. Any of those things, when isolated, seem like no big deal. But somehow they've fit into the big picture of turning me into me. And I like me. Amazingly.
So I want to do a journal type thingy. Kind of like a scrapbook, except with mostly journaling and maybe a few pictures to illustrate. Funny stories. Favorite memories. Things I've loved. Things I've hated. Stuff like that. A book about me. Remembering who I am and how I got there.
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I totally know what you mean about your parents. Especially now that I'm preparing to be a mom (yikes!) I ask my mom a lot of questions about her childhood or about things before I was born and she doesn't remember much! How sad is that! I love to journal although I haven't done it as much as I'd like to lately. Scrapbooking is great too but it's time consuming. I'm already more than a year and a half behind on that.
I think keeping a record of your life is a great thing to do...not just for your own sake- to be able to look back and see how God has worked out things through the years- but also for other people's sake. There's a lot our children or friends can learn about us after we're long gone.
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