Every night when my parents would tuck us in my mom would ask, "What's the best part of your day?" and we got to tell her the best thing about our day. Sometimes we would use it as a stalling tactic, but I never realized how wonderful the idea was. When my dad would tuck us in, he would forget and I would remind him, “You have to ask me what’s the best part of my day!”
Now having children of my own (well, I think of them as my own) I do realize how important it is to look on the good and to be falling asleep thinking of the best part of my day which lead to other good parts of my day. Only on a rare occasion (or at least that I could remember, my parents would probably say it was more than rare) if I stayed awake later would I have bad thoughts creep in my mind and cause that I couldn't go to sleep.
Now that I am not tucked in anymore I don't have someone asking me the best part of my day. Sometimes when I tuck Elijah in and remember to ask the question he asks me back, but I think it would be great to ask it of me everyday. So I have decided to create my "best parts" journal.
Every night I will write the best part of my day. It will be like my mom is tucking me in again and asking me that very special question.
Kimberly, it's a good idea! I'm thinking of some applications of it myself. Thanks, Jim Stephens
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