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.
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.
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?”
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.
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….”
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?)
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?