It’s interesting sharing stories of my past with my daughter. Games I played. Toys I broke. Shows that I watched, but can’t remember clearly anymore. It’s funny how our past can become our children’s present.

I grew up with Strawberry Shortcake. I loved Strawberry’s red, bouncy hair with her pink and green accents. Today, I share the renewed Strawberry with my daughter. The strawberry smell from when you open the DVD brings back sweet memories.

Do you remember newspaper cutouts? Little people shapes cutout from dad’s newspaper just freshly dropped on the front porch. Oh, another piece of my past that I’m sharing with my daughter.

Honestly, I’ve never given them a thought since becoming an adult, or a mom. But, recently receiving a copy of Famous Figures of Ancient Times to review has brought back fond memories of those odd-shaped paper people. Sure, I did get into a heap of trouble, but the fun outlasted the grounding.

It was a great adventure to spend time with my daughter cutting out the ancient figures, poking holes into their paper bodies and piecing them together with little gold joints. Sharing funny stories with my daughter about how my paper people from the past always seemed to have big heads, thin legs, and the arms never matched up.

It is a joy to see how my past and her present have a shared moment.

What was more spectacular is that with Famous Figures of Ancient Times my daughter and I were able to learn about the ancient figures we were binding together. We have since taken the snippets of biography and actually done some simple research on the ancient figures that have grasped her attention.

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My daughter made pancakes this morning. She is turning out to be quite the little chef. And, aside from the five gallons of Mrs. Buttersworth’s ® syrup that she drenched poured on the cakes (I love you my tasty syrup friend, but WOW) it was THE best breakfast ever.

She informed me after we ate our tasty first meal of the day that she would love to learn how to make french toast next.

Milk. Eggs. Bread ripping. Oh my!

I’m sure I will be posting that picture here soon!

I’ve had to take some time away from my blog these past few weeks to concentrate on a paper. A paper for school. A paper that happened to be about me.

Difficult would be a kind word to use to describe the process of writing this paper. Sure, I write all the time. Free flowing and enjoyable is how much of my writing could be described. However, I found myself having an increasingly difficult time writing about me.

The person that I am. What I have accomplished. What I hope to accomplish. Family, work, and school were in the mix as well. All displayed for many to read about the triumphs and failures in my life. It was hard to allow others in on that emotional journey.

Worse even to dive deep inside of me and write. Writing about yourself can be a whole new discovery. One

Many times we share only the very top layer. The thin coating of us that is accessible by all. There is no reason to scratch deeper than the surface and peel away the layers. Those layers are for close friends and family. Not strangers.

I had to peel a few of those layers away.

Old memories that I had filed away years ago. I found them. Tragedies I never wanted to express sadness over again. I cried for them. Silly events that I laughed over a million times. I laughed again.

It was difficult to write. Hard to turn in. But, I rediscovered me.