~Memories~
Sometimes it is hard for me to journal when I scrapbook. I look at the pictures and ephemera laid out before me and recall what I thought at the time or what I hoped it all meant. I have learned lately that many times, the memories the girls have of past events do not align with mine.
Trying to preserve my own memories and values, I want to relay to my daughters the truth of things. But, that is history...........our own perceptions change based on our own understandings and growth. Try as I might, I can't bring myself to actually journal.
I have so many things bottled up inside me that I want to share with my daughters and with my own mother. In my mind has been these "what I would truly say to you today" letters. All this scrapbooking must get done! Volumes and volumes of pictures and keepsakes continue to grow. I suppose that if I don't get it done, no one but me will suffer; but something inside me pushes me to tell the story of what all these things mean, to me.
This section begins a second day; even my attempt to blog this dilema stiffles me. Possibly my summer 3 week cold or my need to study distractis me. I resist the idea that the task of scrapping is too big for me. My stuff is organized very well. I also fight the idea that I have lost my creativity.
Sometimes it is hard for me to journal when I scrapbook. I look at the pictures and ephemera laid out before me and recall what I thought at the time or what I hoped it all meant. I have learned lately that many times, the memories the girls have of past events do not align with mine.
Trying to preserve my own memories and values, I want to relay to my daughters the truth of things. But, that is history...........our own perceptions change based on our own understandings and growth. Try as I might, I can't bring myself to actually journal.
I have so many things bottled up inside me that I want to share with my daughters and with my own mother. In my mind has been these "what I would truly say to you today" letters. All this scrapbooking must get done! Volumes and volumes of pictures and keepsakes continue to grow. I suppose that if I don't get it done, no one but me will suffer; but something inside me pushes me to tell the story of what all these things mean, to me.
This section begins a second day; even my attempt to blog this dilema stiffles me. Possibly my summer 3 week cold or my need to study distractis me. I resist the idea that the task of scrapping is too big for me. My stuff is organized very well. I also fight the idea that I have lost my creativity.
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