The scrapbooking craze began right before my oldest son was born, and I jumped on the bandwagon with all my heart ready to make wonderful scrapbooks filled with journaling in my own hand. I would create photographic treasures that would live on forever. I bought albums, pages, special pens and pencils, stickers, templates, punches, rulers, and more. When he was seven years old, I finished his baby book, and it's truly a work of art. My youngest son just turned ten, and if I'm lucky, I will start, ahem, finish his baby book before he goes to college. Can I just say that perfectionists should not be allowed to scrapbook? However, there is one thing I have been good at -- writing things down.
I suffer from a bad memory, and I knew I wouldn't remember all those cute little things my boys would do and say. I wanted to remember them, though, and so I decided to write them down.
Before both of my sons were born, I purchased blank books to write in. Each boy has a separate book so someday I can give it to him. These books were not fancy; in fact, I bought one of them at the Dollar Store and two others at WalMart. Each of the books begins with the story of his birth. From there, I have written down lots of firsts -- first cereal, first steps, first visit to church. I've also recorded their faith journeys which we were able to read to each boy before their joint baptism this past February. I've written down funny moments galore: the time my oldest brushed his newborn brother's hair with a toilet bowl brush or scribbled on a stranger's white car with an orange crayon. I've noted the hilarious things they have said that still crack me up, like the time my youngest was working on his manners and said, "Mommy, I do not like this chicken you made. Sorry, Ma'am." I've written about staples in my oldest's head while his dad was in Chicago, and the concussion my youngest got on the basketball court. I recorded the day my oldest decided to retire the stuffed bear he slept with every night for eleven years, the day I realized his voice was changing, and the day he became taller than me.
Most importantly, though, those little books are filled with love from this mother's heart: I love you, I'm so glad God gave you to me, you are so special, I thank God for you, I am so blessed to be your mom, I am so proud of you.
So, if scrapbooking is not your thing, consider buying a journal and recording all those little moments because over time, they add up to a treasure that will live on forever. It's not too late to get started!