We’ve been a little under the weather this week so the blog has been priority #12 or so on the list this week. That’s ok, it’s life. But we continue to laugh around here with our messy hair and pajamas.
Emily often asks, “Mom, tell me about when I was little.” She has been asking this since she was 3 years old. I would tell her about how she was a happy baby who loved blueberries and strawberry milk.
Lately Emily has been asking, “Mom, tell me about when you were little. Please,” in her best pleading voice possible.
As I told her a story yesterday, I found myself laughing to the point of tears, as I was driving her to swim practice. Rebecca and Ben were astounded at the story and Sam was just belly giggling because everyone else was laughing.
But then it hit me, I need to write this down as well as other memories from my childhood before details become fuzzy. You see, these stories helped make me the person who I am.
I also was reminded that every day, my children are being molded by the stories they are living. It served as a reminder to me as to what kind of environment I make for them, the meals I fix, and the words they hear from my mouth. Sort of exciting and convicting at the same time.
So while I sit here in my pajamas with unwashed hair here’s my story that I shared with them yesterday… (more…)Tweet