Written by contributor Jena Borah of Yarns of the Heart
My homeschooling days are now in the past, and I’m glad I have piles of journals, full of memories. Here’s a look at my entry fourteen years ago as we were preparing for Christmas. The kids were 9, 6, and 4.
November 19, 1998
Today was a good day. Meg (age 6) is making progress in reading. We played reading games and I changed the clue word for the letter u to “up” instead of “umbrella” because sometimes she pronounces it “imbrella.” I made signs with the word up and arrows and put them all over the house.
We also made little red Christmas stockings, sewn with white yarn. Meg loved the sewing. She felt like Rose (a character in our book) who sewed all the time.
We read the Christmas story in book three (it must have been Rose Wilder books) about Rose being asked to give up her new sled for a child who didn’t have anything. I asked Meg what she would have done.
Without hesitation she said she’d give it to him. I was struck by her generosity and at how fortunate we are to have her in our family, always eager to give. It brought tears to my eyes.
Missa (age 4) makes me laugh. Recently I was reading Motherhood is Stranger than Fiction about a mom trying to get caught up with the laundry. She asked, “Why? Was it going too fast?”
And she keeps telling me about things that happen “in her country.” For example, “This is how we dance in my country,” or “This is how we sing in my country.” What a pipsqueak!
The other day we put together shoe boxes of Christmas gifts for children around the world. The kids each chose to spend their month’s allowance on gifts. In the car, Peter (age 9) commented on all the sales tax he had to pay and how unfair it was to have taxation without representation!
It’s amazing how little my children have changed. Meg is now in India, volunteering at a school for slum children. It is very physically demanding to live there, but she wants to do all she can to help those in need. Feel free to check out her blog for snapshots of life in India.
Melissa is still the one who makes us laugh and always has a rosy view of life. And Peter is Mr. Analytical, working in a law office and learning computer programming on the side.
Wow, I miss those days of having little ones around, but I am so proud of the adults my children have become.
Do you keep a journal or a blog or a scrapbook? How do you capture the memories? The days fly by and someday you will want to remember.