Sappy Scrappy Moment.
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 1:17 pm
Most of you know that I've been working on setting up a sort of library in a front room of my house (upgrading from a playroom), and while it will be a while before the trim work is done, I've migrated all of my albums in there - every single one from all over the house.
Well, that has sparked a new interest with my kids. I guess the albums were just ubiquitous before - they just kind of existed everywhere and blended in and nobody ever asked to see them. Anyway, two nights ago, I was in the craft room in the basement, and Jake brought down an album from 2007 or so when he was a toddler. The layout it was opened to contained several photos of him making a bunch of different faces. And what I wrote about him was in cursive, which they aren't teaching anymore, so Jake has a hard time reading it. So he brought it to me and asked me to read what I wrote on that page.
It was kind of a love letter addressed directly to his toddler self that was represented in those photos. When I was done reading the whole thing, he set the album down on the floor, and just gave me a huge hug and said "I love you mom". I think it totally got him "in the feels". I've always held out hope that they'd someday be interested in looking back on their life. And while this is likely just a passing phase while the room is new, I'll take that one single moment from Jake as fuel to continue what I'm doing. Because just that one reaction from him, makes it all worth doing.
In other news, all of my journaling is in cursive, and future generations will need a translator specializing in ancient writing techniques to read it!!! Ug.
Well, that has sparked a new interest with my kids. I guess the albums were just ubiquitous before - they just kind of existed everywhere and blended in and nobody ever asked to see them. Anyway, two nights ago, I was in the craft room in the basement, and Jake brought down an album from 2007 or so when he was a toddler. The layout it was opened to contained several photos of him making a bunch of different faces. And what I wrote about him was in cursive, which they aren't teaching anymore, so Jake has a hard time reading it. So he brought it to me and asked me to read what I wrote on that page.
It was kind of a love letter addressed directly to his toddler self that was represented in those photos. When I was done reading the whole thing, he set the album down on the floor, and just gave me a huge hug and said "I love you mom". I think it totally got him "in the feels". I've always held out hope that they'd someday be interested in looking back on their life. And while this is likely just a passing phase while the room is new, I'll take that one single moment from Jake as fuel to continue what I'm doing. Because just that one reaction from him, makes it all worth doing.
In other news, all of my journaling is in cursive, and future generations will need a translator specializing in ancient writing techniques to read it!!! Ug.