One of my most treasured possessions is a handwritten book my mother gave me on my wedding day. It is filled with her thoughts on me as a child, on the path I have chosen, and the woman I have become. I still pull it out and read it regularly, but in particular when I’m having a bad day or just need a word of encouragement.
I’m not the best at keeping up with baby books. I didn’t even make it a full six months into motherhood before I began to forget to update my son’s book with statistics on his growth and my daughter’s baby book is limited to the entries I made shortly after her birth. Of course, I write about them both daily which means, in a way, they’ll know more about their childhood and what it was like to be their mother than a book that lists the price of a gallon gas on their birth date and how much they weighed at each yearly check-up would tell them.
Still, I have a soft spot for the tangible in a world that is moving swiftly towards all things digital. Maybe that’s why I got a little misty-eyed when I heard about the gift high school senior, Brenna Martin, received from her dad on her graduation day.
Thirteen years ago Bryan Martin purchased a copy of the book Oh, The Places You’ll Go! by Dr Seuss for his then kindergarten daughter. Only he didn’t give it to her to enjoy as a bedtime story. Instead each year he asked her teacher to write a note to Brenna on its pages. The result? A “truly priceless” gift that is “moving, touching, nostalgic, and thoughtful” according to Brenna. I’ll say!
Martin says that his daughter “has always been the light of my life. Doing this was just a small way of letting her know.”
Excuse me while I grab a tissue.