Forty-ish years ago, someone gave me my first diary.
My mom converted to Judaism when she married my dad – and we didn’t do Christmas in our house – but both my folks wanted to make sure her parents didn’t miss out on including their grand-kids in their traditions, so we’d go visit them in order to join in on “Gam” and “Pop Pop”s Christmas celebrations. That’s where I learned to love Bing Crosby’s Christmas Album, sugar cookies shaped like Santa, and the lights and sparklies on the tree.
It’s also where I got my first diary.
I don’t remember who gave it to me … my first entry went on and on about the awesome hat that my Aunt Betsy crocheted for me (“just like ali mcgraw’s in love story!!!!!”) (and yes, there were 5 exclamation marks), but there was no mention of who gave me that gift that has kept on giving for soooo many years.
Whoever it was, I’m insanely grateful that someone thought that this almost-twelve-year-old chatterbox had tons to say, and would embrace this gift like no other.
And my wish for you during this holiday season/year-end count-down: health, compassion for yourself and others, time with people you love, and time to journal.
Try this at home: Write about one of the best gifts you ever received.