I bring you more than twenty years scrapbooking experience, with much of that spent teaching and helping others, I’ve learned a lot about what people love and what they struggle with. I’ve heard many stories of love and joy and just as many of heartache and loss
Each time I felt their pain. Like so many, I was married young, had a family and then divorced. I didn’t know I was getting divorced until one day he just up and left. That was it. No car, no money, and no fishing supplies. Yep, he even took the kid sized poles and all of the tackle boxes. That was a difficult time, and not just because he took the snoopy pole. Ten years we’d been a family and now I had to tell my children daddy left.
I didn’t know I was getting divorced until one day he just up and left.
Traditionally journaling was a way to vent and to write what was not pleasant, not liked, not enjoyable OR what was amazing. What if it’s actually all amazing? Maybe not in the moment. It wasn’t fun having to tell my children their daddy was gone and I didn’t have an explanation or excuse for it.
It wasn’t fun to face each day as a single parent and everything that came with it, but there were amazing blessings, joy and laughter in each day because of my wonderful children.
We moved on and put our life back together. I learned about scrapbooking and started a group online to help others learn how to scrapbook as well. At that time there wasn’t FaceBook, Pinterest or Instagram so instead there was a Yahoo group that shared via email.
Every Thursday evening for many years I would get on Yahoo Messenger and turn on my webcam to demonstrate the layout I had developed. There were members from around the world and all ages and experiences.
Surprisingly Valentines Day was always one that brought out the stories, but not in the way I expected. There was usually talk of shredding photos, taking people out of albums and attempts to re-write personal history. I understood, I’d been there. It wasn’t as fresh for me though, so it was easier for me to look at it from a different perspective.
A Conversation I’ll never forget…
I’ll never forget a conversation I had with one young mom. She hated her grandfather, doesn’t matter why, but she had good reason. She asked me for the best way to cut him from the photos and still have the pictures to put in her albums. We discussed why she thought she needed to do that and it was her way of punishing him.
She wanted to simply wipe him from her tree, that would teach him! Thing is, that’s not actually possible. Oh, she could throw away all of the photos of him, but it didn’t change what had happened or her history with him.
I encouraged her to see how he was a part of her story, but she was in control of sharing his part in it. She came to realize that by putting so much effort in to punishing her long dead grandfather, she was really giving away her personal power by giving it to the hurt and keeping it alive.
She wanted to leave a beautiful legacy for her children, one that was full of love and family. She came to realize she didn’t want to share the poison from those few years with him forever with them. She wanted to build her story and theirs and strengthen them with it.
She wanted to build her story and theirs and strengthen them with it.
Through our times together she shifted to realizing he was a part of them and that by building up her story, she built up her children as well. She began to focus on family and the positive things her grandparents taught and shared with her. She chose to include the photos with him in it, but at first just mentioned him as the guy in the picture.
Later, she started to add funny stories and warm memories. After a few months her thought patterns shifted and she focused on sharing the strong family bonds that existed and what an amazing history her children were inheriting of how her grandparents came to America, how they met and married and how they worked hard to create the family farm.
She started small, like referring to him as the ornery old fart, but admiring how tough he had to have been to get through the freezing midwest winters without running water or electricity! She chose to share his strengths and focus on what he did right and how she saw those same strengths and passions in her and her children.
She knew how her story should be written and she wrote it that way.
She knew how her story should be written and she wrote it that way by focusing on what she loved, what she wanted shared, and how she could uplift her children. She chose love.
When my husband left us, it was an amazing blessing. We were happier, safer, and more stable than any time before. None of the difficult times are found in my albums, but he is. I still made pages full of family memories and laughter. Oh, it didn’t happen quickly, but it did happen.
I recognized early on that I could fill the pages with the hurt and anger that I felt towards him OR I could fill them with the love, joy, and blessings I wanted to leave with my kids. I chose to empower and uplift my family. I chose love.
I chose to empower and uplift my family. I chose love.
What do you love? By focusing on what you want and what you want more of in your life, you water the beautiful seeds of joy just waiting to sprout in your garden!
It’s ok to start small. You are amazing and your story is waiting to be written!
What you focus on gets your focus. If you are struggling with a difficult layout or need help rewording a situation, feel free to reach out to me on FaceBook.