The Stories We Share Can Last for Generations to Come
One day when my oldest daughter was a toddler, she was reflecting on how much she loved her dad. “When I grow up, I’m going to marry Daddy.”
“But he’s already married,” I quickly pointed out.
Disappointed and shocked, she said, “To who?”
“To me!” I blurted too quickly.
“Oh!” surprised and sad, her head slowly drooped.
If I hadn’t written that story in my journal all those decades ago, I might have forgotten it. Now an adult, she doesn’t remember this encounter, and was a little embarrassed at her childhood naivete, but she was delighted that I remembered it and shared it with her.
The big events of our lives, such as graduation, weddings, and getting our first job are memorable, of course. But all the seemingly insignificant everyday experiences leading up to and following those times are the most precious memories of all. Those everyday events that we take for granted are pure gold. In them, we find our resilience, the birth of our attitudes and values, and proof of our courage and survival.
Pleasant memories shape our direction
When I was growing up, my mother owned a home-based beauty shop in what we nowadays would call the inner city of St. Louis, Missouri. She set it up…
