When this life is over and all is said and done all we will take with us is our memories. Our memories shape who we are. Our memories are vast and complicated. They are happy and sad. They bring both joy and sorrow. They are filled with our education, our friendships, our adventures, our loves. Our memories shape how we see the world and who we will become. Our memories become our story.
I had the privilege of being raised by parents who understood the value of memories. I was taught from a young age that experiences and adventures should be sought out and treasured. They should consist of the every day and the epic. My early years were formulated by such thinking. I remember days of skipping school or skipping church, all in the name of creating memories. Family time. Road trips. Hikes. Camping trips. Adventures, some grand, some small.
My own family places a similar value on creating memories. We don’t have oodles money, although we have sufficient for our needs. We do not own excessive possessions, although we live a comfortable life. We are however, rich in memories of family time, experiences, and adventures. Rather than having an education based solely on textbooks or information other people give them, I encourage my children to gather experience as a key piece to their education and I want them to have a thirst for knowledge enough to last their entire life.
There is no finish line, it’s not a race. Their whole lives are ahead of them. I hope they dream big and seek out glorious adventures in their life. I hope that their lives are filled with more than the mundane. By mundane, I do not mean the little things, because life is made up of the little things. But I want them to find joy in their journey.
Jacob posted this video on Facebook today. It held my rapt attention. The last line, “Did you enjoy your story?” That line stopped my heart. That is the crux of the whole matter. This is our story. We can do with it as we choose. What will we choose to fill our lives with? What will we put a priority on? What is most important to us?
Jacob’s friend, Julia, then shared this jewel of wisdom. I am humbled by the wisdom of youth.
“I’ve come to learn that stories are some of the most powerful things we have. We write stories, we read stories, we learn from stories, and most importantly, we ARE stories. I’m beginning to see each individual life as a chapter in the great, big, beautiful book we call “Mankind”, and the best part is that *we can write our own*. What a privilege and a blessing.”
I had a list of things to accomplish today. I still do, because in the midst of a typical day, we stopped, put everything down and went to the pool. It was a brilliant 85* and we were the only ones there. The water was freezing, but that didn’t stop the kiddos from enjoying the water slide and splashing each other. It will be a little memory, but one that will be added to their story.