Help Your Children

When you help your grandchildren by writing the stories of your life and your best words of wisdom, you are also helping your own children.

It definitely happened to me. I learned things about my mother and father that I never knew before. Important things.

My father’s early childhood poverty had a much deeper effect on him than I ever knew. It made me re-examine my life and appreciate all that I had taken for granted. It gave me a huge boost of confidence knowing that if he could overcome his heavy life challenges, I could too because my I had been given so much more than he had. He started his life journey with a patch over one eye and a backpack full of rocks to carry. Burdens I was never encumbered with. It was only in the fact that he wrote his letter, that I realized how blessed I was. His letter gave me strength, hope and confidence.

When my mother wrote that the best day of her life was not her wedding day, but the day of her First Communion. I was blown away. I was knocked off my horse on the road to Damascus. Here was a faith that shown like the sun. It was so full of love, it kept me warm all my life. It explained her Herculean work ethic: mountains of dishes, endless rivers of dirty dishes, and cleaning day after day after day. Faith is a very, very powerful force.

I only learned these lessons as a result of my parents writing letter to their grandchildren.

Write you letter.

Help you grandchildren.

Help you own children.