Are you recording the gems spoken by your children and grandchildren? You will never regret the time you spent jotting down words you will otherwise forget.
Recently I pulled out a journal I kept about our daughter. Here are snippets from conversations when she was about seven or eight.
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Once Steve locked himself out of the house and had to break a window to get in. When I told Kelsey about it, she was horrified. “He broke a window?” she cried.
“It’s no big deal,” I explained. “You can fix a broken window very easily.”
“I have to fix it myself?” she responded, even more indignant.
Kelsey, Fourth Grade–a bit older than these comments!
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Another time, I explained that the Connleys lived in Dayton even though they attended a Fort Thomas school. “Oh,” she said, “so they have to pay double-ition.”
I said, “You mean ‘tuition.'”
She answered, “Two-ition, double-ition! What’s the difference?”
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I didn’t remember either story, but I love reading them now.
I also have kept some from my grandchildren. Here are two about my oldest granddaughter.
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On the way home one Sunday afternoon, Kinley said, “Doesn’t Emma have a daddy?”
I said, “Yes, but he was working today.”
She said, “You mean he’d rather work than worship God?”
I said, “Evidently so.”
When I told one of the elders about the conversation, he said, “Out of the mouths of babes….”
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Kinley’s mother, driving past the fairgrounds, said, “Look at all the cars! I wonder what’s going on there today.”
Kinley said, “Maybe it’s H2.”
“What’s that?” Gina asked.
” You know—that thing James is in,” Kinley said.
After a moment’s thought, Gina said, “Oh! You mean 4-H!” (City kids don’t know much about 4-H. Do you?)
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So I enjoy going back through such journals. Of course the grandchildren’s are on my computer, not hand-written as in the 70s and 80s. Either way, these are records worth keeping. If you have children or grandchildren, do you have stories to treasure?
Lanita Boyd
From Drue Wright comes this cute story:
One of my favorites is from a great-granddaughter when she was about 4 years old. She and her mother were driving by beautiful Maple Hills Cemetery in Huntsville and, pointing to the cemetery, Mary Carolyne asked her mother, “What is that?”
Lindsey began telling her about death and what happens afterwards when MC interrupted and shouted, “You mean THAT’S HEAVEN!” She was horrified that Heaven was so bland!