When I was 16 I started writing annual letters to my future children.
I believe the spur for that first letter was the Gulf War. I wanted them to know how their then 16 year old mom felt about it. (Talk about an “old soul”, right?)
I wrote one letter each year, pretty faithfully, in the year’s to come. And then I read the book I have learned. And then each year I wrote a list of all that I had learned that year. It was a very nice, very cathartic experience and these lists are very nice glimpses into what happened to me over the course of 12 months without getting into too much detail.
Now I write my children a letter, for them and about them, on each of their birthday’s. And I hope I will continue this as the year’s go by. If for no other reason than to prove to them that I can do something with some degree of commitment when they look around for their scrap books and see that they stopped at age 1 (ish). (don’t judge)
And I got away from doing this list. So I am working on a new one. And maybe I will share it here, once it’s finished, maybe I won’t. But I do know that the one thing I have found each time I take the time to write this list is that there are a number of things I didn’t know I learned. There are a few lessons I learned without knowing it and there are usually a couple of experiences that taught me a lesson worth the trouble of experiencing them.
Which is always a good thing to remember.