I don’t exactly have “dying letters” to my girls, however I do have what I’d call “pocket journals” for each child. They are 4-inch square hardcover books filled with blank pages. When I became pregnant with each child, I started their journal. I did not write everyday, but only on certain milestones (or whenever I remembered!) which grew farther apart as the child got older…I’m talking years here. I wrote about their developmental progress, who their friends were, their personalities at the time, little anecdotes, and always ended with how much I loved them. There are even a couple poems I wrote to them.
I was looking at these pocket journals recently, wondering what made me think of starting them. I haven’t a clue, but I am so glad I thought of it. The girls don’t know I have them yet and I don’t know when I will show them their books, but I see how they are wonderful snapshots of their lives at the moment and how precious they were (and are) to me. Someday they will undoubtedly enjoy reading about themselves, and most important of all they will know how much they are loved…it’s all there in black and white.
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Your children’s story, as told through their mother’s eyes. I’m sure it will be treasured. What a wonderful way to recall memories for later, much more accurate than waiting until we are old and then trying to recall it. So would an American life story be entitled, “Apple Blossoms” ?