When my husband and his sisters took on the heartbreaking and arduous task of going through his mother's belongs after she died, they found journals she had written about her children. There weren't that many entries, but I thought how beautiful that is. So I decided that I would do the same when I had kids. A year later when I was pregnant my husband bought me a journal. However, it wasn't until my first baby was born that I began to write in the journal. I just pour out my heart to my kids. I write how I see them and how much they mean to me. I feel overwhelmed by the love I have for them and I want them to always know how much they are loved. Writing is a powerful thing, I show them everyday that I love them and I tell them often, but once something is written down the truth embedded in the message becomes solidified. I hope that when I pass they will find these journals a comfort to them as well. I don't write everyday, it is more a spontaneous action and I haven't decided when I will give them the journals. Maybe I will wait and give them one when they graduate or get married or have their own kids. I guess I have some time to decide.
Journal topics
My love for them
My perspective on their personalities
Major milestones in their lives
Things they do that make me proud of them
Their birthdays
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