When my younger brother A was born, my Grandma Cutler came to stay with us for a few days to help with my younger sister S (who was 3) and me (who was 7). I don't remember much about her stay, although we have a picture of her coming with me to lunch at school (which I am just pleased as punch about!), but I do remember that she brought a manilla folder with her, full of old photographs of my dad when he was younger, my grandpa (who died when my dad was 15) and other relatives and ancestors. Each night at dinner as we sat up to the stainless steel bar, she would let S and I choose a photograph from the envelope and would tell us the story that went with it. I'm sorry to say that I don't remember what any of the pictures were specifically or the stories that went with them, but I do remember that manilla envelope and am filled with a warm and filling feeling for my Grandma, and my ancestors when I think of that experience learning from her every night. Sure, it would be better if I remembered the specifics, but I believe that it's the love that matters most. Love that binds the generations together and brings us joy in knowing that families are forever.
Thinking about my grandma's manilla folder has had me thinking about how Kesler and I can help create similar experiences for baby F and our future children? How can we instill that love? What ideas have you tried, or do you want to try in your home with your children? Tell us in the comments!
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