When I was maybe 16 years old, I was reading through an old notebook that had belonged to my paternal grandmother, who died when I was four. I came across a list of various chores to be completed for the day. My mother joked about how my grandmother, a schoolteacher, made lists every day, for every thing. I sheepishly pulled a notebook from my bag and showed my mom the "to do" list I had compiled for the day. And in that moment, I felt connected to my grandmother in a special way. Sometimes as I was growing up, it was tough to tell where I had found some of my character traits. (So much so that one time, my older sister convinced me I was adopted...) Seeing that list, written in my grandmother's hand, gave me a sense of heritage, a sense of belonging.
I seem to have passed the list-making gene on to my daughter, Gabrielle. Today, we had several errands to run, including picking Aidan up from dance and completing homework. Ellie took the time to jot down the important items. :)