Eight years ago I had the idea to sit my little kids down each week and talk to them about whatever was on their mind. I would type what they said as they spoke, and that would be their journal. It’s been a huge success. I’ve started with each kid when they are two and can communicate in cogent sentences. As the oldest two got to be about seven or eight years old, they started keeping their own journals, but these first, early journals have been priceless.
Not many people can say they have journals going back to when they were two years old.
My younger daughter loves it so much that she asks to write in her journal almost constantly. She just turned five and already has 29 single spaced pages written.
As they get older, sometimes the kids will ask why they should keep journals, and then I just pull up these files and we look up whatever they wrote around this time of year throughout their lives. Two days ago, my oldest son went back and looked up his thoughts about a Jimmy Neutron costume he wore five years ago.
It’s because of these journals that I know what my oldest daughter, now 12, was thinking about on Saturday, October 20, 2001, when we started doing this: “Today I don’t feel good. My tummy hurts. I love to go swimming. I love my Ellie.”