07 October 2013 | By: Brenda L.
I have never considered myself to be a writer, I didn't write in a diary or journal. The only time I tried to keep a journal was when I found out I was pregnant with my daughter, Kirsten. I thought it would be a good memento to pass on to her. I thought she would see how much she was wanted and learn more about her mother in the process. I wrote in it throughout my pregnancy and until Kirsten was about 2 years old.
It was a blank journal-like hardcover book with a Gnome theme. I had decorated the nursery with Gnomes and the journal seemed to go with it. I wrote about my feelings, how I was looking forward to being a mother and daily happenings in my life. After Kirsten was born, I wrote about some of the milestones that she achieved: first smile, first tooth, etc.
I plan to pass this journal on to Kirsten some day. I have to find it first. It is stored with some of the other things I saved from her childhood. It is the only journal I ever wrote. I wish I had done the same thing for my son, but as I said I am not a writer.
That is why I am surprised that I started blogging and stayed with it. Currently, I am keeping three blogs going: Journey to the Past, where I write about my family history; Journey to His Past, where I write about my husband's family history and this one. I consider my blogs my journals. I write about past history, but I include stories about my history and events in my children's lives.
I haven't come across any journals in my family history. I would love to find one that one of my ancestors kept. I would love to get to know them from their own writing, but if they were like me they were not a writer!