A few years ago, when my little girl was just shy of one, I read an article in Real Simple magazine (my favorite!) about a journal of sorts that one mother and her children had started decades earlier. Instead of gifts, for every Christmas, Mother’s Day, and birthday, each of her children added a page to her Mom Book. It sounded absolutely perfect.
That day, I went to the art store and found a simple, spiral bound journal with thick, blank pages. Obviously, at 10 months old she wasn’t able to do her first entry on her own, but my husband sweetly stepped in and helped her out. This year marks her fourth entry, and shows how she has grown in just 3 short years. From a cute card the first year in my husbands handwriting, to simple the scribbles of a toddler, to the creative and determined watercolor masterpiece of a 2 and a half year old, and finally this year, the beginning writings of my sweet 3 and a half year old. (She had some help with the spelling, but she wrote it all herself.)
Although my mommy book has just begun, I love it more than anything, and I am so excited to see how the entries change over the years.