When my kids were young I made sure they slept early, so I had some time to read and to write and generally do my own thing.
Husband was frequently away.
I roughly jotted down journals recording their baby achievements, their mile stones, their antics and how I felt etc, to read to Husband when he returned/and maybe to the kids when they were older. (No blogging then, didn’t even own a computer in mid-1990s.)
Some years ago, when we were shifting houses, my children discovered their Baby Record Books and my Journals recording their baby years. I should have wondered at the silence in the house but was probably just glad to have some peace.
Suddenly Son came to me, looking worried, “I told her we were not supposed to read these, she is crying now!”
What did she read?
We rushed to her, Daughter gave me a tearful hug, and exclaimed, “You loved us so much!”
Yeah, she would have never guessed!
