As I begin to process all the impending changes on the horizon for myself and my extended family, I feel the need to want to go through old pictures, reminicse about memories and touch parts of my past. And it makes me think about my own kids and what I can do for them.

Ok and I admit it… I also just was reading about the families of those beheading victims… and my heart just hurts for their pain and what they must be feeling. I’m thinking about my own mortality I guess.

So I’ve been thinking that maybe I should start a Treasure Box for each of the kids. I’d fill it with poems, letters, music, thoughts…contributed by them and by my husband and myself. This is something that I could give them on some momenumental occasion like graduation from college or their wedding. Sorta like a time capsule…but spanning years. And if I happened to die first, this would be something they would really treasure because it would be insights into me and my feelings about them.

Or perhaps I will write a letter for each of their birthdays. All the way through adulthood. If I would die, there would be something from me each year.

Or perhaps I will start a scrapbook that they can take with them when they leave the house. My parents have tons of pictures of us as kids, but I dont have any. I wish I did. I wish I had something to go through, touch and look at right now. So I’m thinking if I have double copies made of each of the pictures I like from now on… I can create albums of their very own for each of kids.

Or maybe I’ll just do all three…

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