Seven years ago I started a journal for my son. I can’t take credit for the idea as I read about legacy writing somewhere else and decided to do the same.
It’s a journal ‘to him’ and ‘for him’ to open when he’s older – perhaps at 18.
Some is just fun stuff and milestones. For example, the age he first walked to his favorite foods as a baby to his first words. His funny sayings such as when he pronounced “lobster” as “monster”. Or one of the more hilarious questions at the ripe age of 4, “Is this dammit traffic, Mommy?” I’ll never forget that one.
The journal includes a list of his Halloween costumes, his birthday parties and cake themes. To date, there are 10 each of those lists. I know they’ll be sweet to read when he’s a young man, and become increasingly special as he starts his own family someday.
We all have a history. It’s important to record, capture and mark the details of our loved ones’ lives. I also believe it helps parents and other family members capture their legacy.
The journal includes snippets of advice from his mom.
My latest journal entry is a portion of song lyrics in process.
The basic theme is giving your best, not your ‘left-overs’, to those you claim are important to you.
Crumbs & Fumes Lyrics by C.Nor
My Son, if you learn a few things from your mom in life
Take heed to this…
Do not give crumbs to women
Nor fumes to your children
Give them the best fruits of your time, heart and soul
Give those you love the best, not second best left-overs
Be authentic, be active, not passive
Be kind, not just nice
Be loving, but make sure you’re lovable first
Give the richest cakes of your life, not the crumbs
If and when you have children, be there for them
When you’re tired, when you don’t want to, when you’d rather be somewhere else. Do it.
Love when it’s inconvenient, tiresome, boring,
Love when you don’t ‘feel like it’
And that is why true love reveals itself in the fires of life and sorrow
Never give up
And remember those who never gave up on you…

Response to “Crumbs & Fumes”
How are you adjusting to Texas? Love this…
Linda Koffman
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