I email myself things I want to tell my daughter when she is grown… things I wish i’d known about how the world works. I have the intent of compiling a book for her for when she heads to University. Hopefully she’ll take a few moments to browse the pages and be able to incorporate some of the things shared.
There is so much I wish I had known and stumbled upon this idea a few years ago. Not wanting my daughter to fall into the same trap of starting from scratch I came up with a way to pass down the things I learned through graduating from the school of hard knocks. Things on budgeting, careers, prioritisation, staying very close to friends and paying particular attention to the quality of your girls who are friends, making time for oneself, becoming subject matter experts in things which she is passionate over and which are useful to the wider community, health, how much I love how she can work a room, how much I love how she notices the people who need someone to talk to, some memories of her before she can remember, how I found moving beyond my own wants and needs led to a happier life, a reminder of her childhood dreams and aspirations, some photos of her early artwork and some comments perhaps about her to me over the years from our nearests and dearests.
Whether she loves it or not, it has been a delight to compile over the years. Emailing myself little memories or thoughts on the hoof, from anywhere in the world using my phone, helped me to gather a wide repository of items to share. Even reading back over early entries at this point in time shows me how quickly we forget the little things which make a life. There are entries on subjects and events which until prompted I had completely forgotten even though I was the author.
I have noticed that when I stop and notice the good things in life, I am more prone to continue noticing the good things. This has been a blessing to my life as it helped me focus on someone other than myself and helped me look for the good. There is a sense of enrichment. It also fortifies me against the moments which chip away at happiness. It is like the id says “this rubbish thing may well be happening, but look at this vast array of successes” as it throws its arms wide over all the collected moments.
So, as much as this has been for Missy to peruse at her convenience at some later date, it has become a talisman of goodness in my own life, right here and right now. I am pleased I started and pleased that I didn’t think to myself “ah, she’s already 10 years old, it is too late”. Transpired I remembered much of her little years when she was 10, and as we start to focus on adulthood there are things for which I want her to be positively aware. It wasn’t too late.