I began writing letters to my children a few months after my second was born.  The time was passing quickly even if the days felt long.  In my sleep deprived stupor, I worried I wouldn’t remember things I swore in the moment I would never forget.  The letters gave me a place to capture the big and small moments of our days.  I also thought they would give me a forum to teach my children about life–a way to mold them through my words (if and when they ever read the letters).

Days, months and years passed and from time to time I would read past entries.  Page after page, it became clear.  I was the one being shaped.  I was the one learning from their little old souls.

The hearts of little children are pure and therefore the Great Spirit may show them many things which older people miss.  –Black Elk