In her book Leaving a Trace, Alexandra Johnson tells a story about how she was given a journal that was written by a woman who once lived in the house she now owned. She imagines the woman walking up the same steps she walked up every day and marveled at how the writer probably thought the details of her life were unimportant. Yet Alexandra was quickly captivated by the woman’s story, which took place in 1895, mesmerized by the smallest details, drawn in by the story. Later the journal writer records how, in an effort to gain a little extra pocket money, she and her sister had gone to a local cemetery, which was about to be relocated, to record names and dates on tombstones. After that her journal entries changed almost as if the time spent in the cemetery had made her realize that without a journal, no one would remember all the details of her life.
And so it goes with us. The details of our lives are ours uniquely. Without some type of written record our details will be lost to memory at some point.
Sometimes I wonder. One day, when I’m old and gray, will I remember all the little details of raising my children? Will I remember how Katie cups my face in her hands and tells me she loves me? Will I remember Andrew’s face when he discovers the tooth fairy left him some money? Will I remember the way William stood at the kitchen window while I washed carrots asking question after question? Will I remember how one day my sweet Joseph declared that he no longer wanted to be called Joseph, but preferred to be called Joey instead? Will I remember picking them up, carrying them, rocking them, singing to them? Will I remember losing sleep as I prayed for them or praising God for all their little smiles? Will I remember the way their downy hair smelled and their little button noses felt as they snuggled right up next to me to fall asleep?
Head over to Corpus Christi Moms Blog to finish reading about how I journal to keep all the little details in our lives fresh.