Each Monday in my daughter’s first grade class, the teacher hands out a paper with, “A Snapshot of my Weekend”, written across the top. The children are supposed to write a few sentences about what they did over the weekend and draw a picture to go with it. I always look forward to going through her stack of papers each Friday to find that week’s treasure. I never coach her on what to write, because I enjoy taking a peek into her little mind.
I am often surprised at what stands out to her the most. Sometimes she writes about a big event, but usually she chooses to record a small moment with her family. In the past she has written about a game we played together, how I removed a splinter from her hand, or a craft she enjoyed making with our family. My personal favorite is her retelling of a time when her dad put so much hairspray in her hair, it stood up by itself.
As moms, we need reminders to proactively create and enjoy the small moments with our children. These times can replenish us and help us see the value in motherhood. I often fail to remember, however, that these same moments are quite defining for our children as well. Years from now they may not remember all those times you snuggled them in a chair with a good book, or raced with them in the backyard, but they will remember how they felt. They will remember that you loved them, and as a result they will know they can trust you.
One way to help children record some of their childhood experiences is by obtaining a journal for them. It could be something as simple as a spiral notebook. Then set aside a time each day, week, or month when they can draw or write about some of their experiences. Another way to see what events affect our children the most is by asking two simple questions near the end of the day. “What was the best thing that happened to you today?” and “What was the worst thing that happened to you today?” These questions are great for kids of any age. My kids love it when they have an opportunity at dinnertime or bedtime to share with me what had the greatest impact in their life that day.
QUESTION: What are some of your memorable childhood experiences?
CHALLENGE: Create a regular time and place where your children can record the memorable experiences of their lives.
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Submitted on 4-26-2010 at 02:25am
Wow! What a super springboard! Mommyhood is all about being super silly. Your article has jump started my mind and it’s racing with new ideas to try!
OK, I was a big 28 year old kid, but back in the states, when our family lived in Provo, the neighborhood kids used to always come over after school, invade our dress up collection and dance to crazy cajun melodies out on our front lawn. What fun being a mom there was, cranking up the music and cutting loose with all the kids!
Submitted on 4-22-2010 at 11:08pm
Those pictures and memories will be such treasures to your daughter someday. One memory I have was being the only one home with my mom for one year before I went to kindergarten (my little sister hadn’t been born yet). She would be ironing, and I would stand by talking to her or watching her. She would spray my face with her spray bottle and I would giggle and then always come back for more. Nothing huge, but it stuck.
When my husband asked me what I wanted for Mother’s Day last year, I told him that I would appreciate his interviewing each of our children and asking them what I do that shows them that I love them. One of my son’s said, “She lays by me at bedtime.” (Sadly, I almost never do this.) When I did take the opportunity to fulfill this simple wish, he said, “I know why you are doing this–to show me that you love me.” Just another idea for creating memories.
Submitted on 4-22-2010 at 10:26am
I can’t stop laughing. That was the cutest drawing that your daughter made. I love that idea to record the moments. Life is a sum of our experiences, and each little moment is what shapes who we become.
One of my most memorable childhood experiences was going on Sunday walks with my dad. He would give my mom a rest while we took a long walk around our block. I remember holding his hand, looking at the trees, counting the cracks in the sidewalk, saying hi to the neighbors, and just feeling very peaceful and happy. Good times, and they didn’t cost a cent.