She held it and cried . . .
The morning of my daughter’s 18th birthday, she held a journal in her hands and cried.
I had put the journal on her pillow the night before.
This journal I started 18 years ago on the day she was born. It was the same journal I packed in the bag that I took to the hospital. In it, I wrote about her birth and all the milestones along the way. I wrote in it every birthday. I also wrote in it, whenever I felt like it – just because. I pasted some photos in the journal, too. She wiped a tear from her eye and said, “Mom, that was the best gift ever. I stayed up and read the whole thing and sobbed.”
She had so much to say about the journal – “Do you remember that time in kindergarten when this happened . . . And the summer when I … “We laughed at the stories and we couldn’t believe how we had forgotten some of the “everyday” stories. We stood there crying and laughing at the same time and then we hugged – both of us feeling the big change that would soon be coming our way.
I won’t get to see her smiling face every morning.
I won’t hear her say – “Does this outfit look ok?”
How can 18 years go so fast?
I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. I also remember people saying enjoy them while you can, it goes by soooooooo fast.
But there is that part of you that just doesn’t believe it will go fast. And then it happens … your baby turns 18 in a blink of an eye. Over the years, it felt so good to filter my emotions and express the pride I had in my daughter in this journal. And now as I sit there rereading the journal, I sob too. Not only was this her favorite gift, it was one of the best gifts I could have given to myself and I am so grateful I took this time.
The ability to express ourselves creatively is a possibility for all of us.
But sometimes things are easier said than done. It can be hard to sit yourself down and take the time for this type of activity. But the feeling I felt each time I wrote in this journal was always a good one. And each entry only took a few minutes.
I shared this idea with a friend many years ago, who had an 8-year-old daughter at the time, and she said, “Oh, I wish I would have thought of that idea.” I replied, ‘It is never too late, and besides there are no rules when it comes to creativity.”
She started a journal too.
Art is an easy way to give to yourself and others and a great way to express your creativity.
Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org or give me a quick call at 302.419.6401 if you would like to use art as your outlet, and who knows maybe you will wind up with some great gifts to give to others, too.
It is waaaaaaayyyyyyy easier than you think.
After reading the journal, my daughter asked me if I would make her a painting for her dorm room. We are going to come up with an idea together.
I am more than happy to create a painting and send a little piece of my heart off to college with her.
Stay tuned for the painting . . .