In 1979, my father began typing up his life story. He described different people in his life, told stories of his childhood, and introduced us to his past. He made it to his mission, but never fully finished it. Though I am saddened it doesn’t have his married life or stories of his children, I am grateful for what there is. I have been delving into it, fascinated by what he did for fun as a child, stories of mischief and embarrassment… and also getting to know my grandparents from his side. Grandpa Russell died when I was fairly young, I think around 4 or 5, so I don’t remember him at all. Aliela, his mother, died long before I was born and even long before he married my mother. Reading through these memories has reminded me of the importance of writing down history and remembrances of the people you love.
When I started this blog, I only intended it to be daily pictures of my cute family and the feelings I have about being a mother. Nothing of too much substance… but I’m finding that I have about 6 or 7 drafts that some are of a serious, personal nature. Maybe as time goes by, I’ll start to incorporate more of myself into this little blog of mine. Not for anyone else really but my children. However, there is a therapeutic effect when publishing stories or feelings to the general public – even if no one reads it.
I guess I’m feeling extra “thoughtful” because fall has officially begun and it’s cold and wonderful outside, and I tend to get a little more in tune with feelings during this time of year.
But for now, I will bake cookies and snuggle up with a girl I know who is pretty great company.