Monday, April 14, 2008

Tuesday's Treasure

















I’ve had journaling on my mind for the past few days, undoubtedly due to a recent post by “Nonnie”. Journaling is a treasure I hold very dear to my heart…
I love to pour out words that are linked to memories, thoughts, poems, ideas, and see them on the page…
I keep a variety of journals, but this particular one, which is today’s treasure, is
“A Mother’s Journal – A Keepsake for Thoughts and Dreams”.
In it I have recounted and reminisced special days related to being a mom…something else I treasure at a level that is immeasurable. Below is an excerpt from one of the pages ~

One of the many things I missed most about each of you being a baby was that close bond we shared that was isolated to you and me. I didn’t need to be selfish with my time with you, because I knew it was irreplaceable. I remember nursing you and watching your expressions. You would snuggle in to me and I knew you felt loved and safe. Watching you both grow up to be such wonderful people is the highlight of my life. You grew out of your dependence on me and in doing so are finding your own path in life. The creation of life is such a miraculous event and each year brings experiences that make life so valuable. When you have your own children, I pray that you will slow down to appreciate the small things. Take time to lie in the green grass and observe it together. Peel the blades apart, taste its sweetness and tickle your child’s face with it. Look up at the sky and marvel at its colors and clouds. Pick up leaves in the fall and see what is underneath. Let your children play with worms and pick up feathers, but remember to do it with them. These are precious memories for both of you (but mostly for you).
Just don’t forget the small things…

9 comments:

Karen said...

Good Morning,

I couldn't believe when I saw the picture of your "Mother's Journal".
I have the same book tucked away in a drawer and I came across it not long ago. It truly is a treasure.Such precious memories. The ones you shared bring back my own.
Have a wonderful day.

Debbie said...

Okay...instant tears here.

Your writing always touches my heart and I so thank you for that.

kimberly said...

i couldn't believe it either, as i too have the same journal..... have had it for so many years....
love your entry......felt every word....and nodding quietly in agreement!

days pass so quickly and with them take opportunities that may not come again.....i need to remember this for myself...now. the little things...
hope you have a day filled with the sweet little things, joni
kimberly

Phyllis Russell Franklin said...

Such precious words from your Mother's Journal this morning Joni. I too love looking back over my old journals but, unlike yours, mine are mostly chicken scratching. You have such a special gift to be able to use words to express yourself and I love getting little glimpses into your life thru them.

Annette said...

such a treasure to able to read some of journal, I never journaled but I did write little notes or letters to them, and they are safely tucked away for me share one day with them. I absoultly love how you write, what a gift you where given! Hug's Nettie

John-Michael said...

You know that I love you! Remember that as you unwrap this little GIFT
.

Remember! I love you!

(sounds of big old clunky feet running away)

kimberly said...

funny thing, joni.....i JUST started five piles of pictures....this one for this daughter....this one for that daughter.... :)
and i am very excited for you...i LOVE my copier/scanner/printer....
have a good sleep,
xo,
kimberly

John-Michael said...

Truly worthy of deposit in your "Treasury" of memories. And now refreshing many fond recollections, desires, and joys in your Friends through your generous sharing of it. Thank you, My Darling Friend!

I have good cause to Love You!

pchickki said...

Your Mothers Journal is beautiful.
And the memories even more so.

Bless You
Patti

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