Yesterday I touched on how losing my grandmother a couple of years ago has made me think hard about how I can pass on her legacy to my children. I will remember her forever, but I want my children to know of her too.
The thing is, I’m not great at weaving story into our daily lives. Our days are too full of diaper changes and homework packets and let’s-get-out-of-here-before-we’re-late. But what better time than the holidays to slow down enough to share stories with my children.
So I edited some old family photos and ordered some dollar-a-piece prints through Polariod Fotobar.
As soon as they arrived in the mail, I snuggled up with my boys and started talking about each photo—sketching out the lives of people they recognize simply as “the grandpa who tells stories” and “great-grandma who’s in heaven.”
Now every year I plan to pull them out as part of our holiday decorations. I’ll pull my children in and show them their heritage. Then I’ll tuck the photos in places around the house: the linen bulletin board in the living room, the advent calendar in the dining room—the Thanksgiving table, for that matter.
Until these faces have become almost as familiar to my children as they are to me.
While you’re here, feel free to check out my list of instagram printing options, my instagram wall hanging, my linen inspiration board, and even the picture ledges in our living room. (Maaaybe I’m a bit obsessed with displaying photos…)