Maybe it’s because I’m a writer. Or maybe just because I’m a parent. I notice the sudden interest my son has in his personal hygiene. The way his jeans that once puddled on top of his shoes now just graze the tops of his ankles. He’s using the phone more to talk to his friends, coming home from outside a minute late, then 5, then 10. Where he previously looked to his dad and me to plan the family’s weekend activities, he’s telling us his schedule.
David will turn 10 -years-old in a few weeks. He’s grown from my little man to my young man. A new phase of parenting is upon us and if I remember much from my youth, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!
Which got me thinking about my youth. I journaled all of my deepest secrets (crush on Ray!) and sweetest revenges (told Vesna she looked cute in her new skirt, not!) But there were soul searching entries too. Problems at home, my dad’s drinking, creepy 8th grade teacher…the habit of journaling has continued through my adulthood. A place to let my muse free, a place to rant, to praise, to cry and to search for answers, learning more about myself as I wrote and reread.
Do you journal? Have any entries caught you by surprise when you’ve reread them?
I’m giving a keynote speech on the benefits of journaling at Chick Chat for HGNA(HelpingGirlsNavigateAdolesence) on March 7 to young girls from grades 4-6. Remember that time in your own life? What did past journal/diary entries teach you about yourself? How did they shape who you are today?
Teach the value of soul-searching to your children (or teach it again, to yourselves!)