Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm working on a grandmother journal for my fourth time.  Each time I work on one, there's a dollop of deja vu and yet a different tone, because I'm that much older, and I emphasize different events and also, I fear, my "story" has solidified, and I attempt to fight back and stay fresh.  Also, I'm protective, so I'm not going to be detailed and fiercely honest for a child.  Sometimes the "story" is enough.  It's a fine balance, which I don't believe I've achieved in any of the books.  I just give myself an A for trying.  It's better than nothing.  And if they grow up and want to know more there is my writing, in the form of blogs, poems, unfinished novels and memoirs.  Maybe someone will be a historian.  Of my kids, the oldest is the historian.  So I sit down and shut down my critical sense of what the narration is, and aim for some gentle picture of my times and life.  Of course the real thing is complex beyond my understanding even.  But perhaps they'll read between the lines.