It was good to talk with you this past Sunday and great to hear your voice. I am glad you got the letter I wrote in Michigan.
I write a lot about growing up on my blog. I reflect and write how growing up made me who I am, why I do what I do, and why I think the way I think. I have never taken an accounting of the balance on my blog posts between you and dad. If I had to guess at a ratio, it would be mostly dad, about 70 – 30. Abraham Lincoln said it best, or maybe wrote it:
“The past is the cause of the present, and the present will be the cause of the future.”
The complete quote is, “There are no accidents in my philosophy. Every effect must have its cause. The past is the cause of the present, and the present will be the cause of the future. All these are links in the endless chain stretching from the finite to the infinite.” From the Lincoln Nobody Knows by Richard M. Current (1958).
But, it really should be 50-50, after all I am a product of the two of you.
Every once in a while I’ll call to thank you for something or to apologize for all of the headaches and heartaches I put you through growing up, especially that period between 13 to 25. I don’t know how you did it considering since that period of time was magnified three-fold and lasted until we all grew up.
Growing up is a process and I continue to grow and mature, even at my age. When I stop learning and growing, it’ll be time.
Thank you for all that you shared with me that shaped me into who I am.
I love to cook because you love to cook. You taught me that it was okay to fail, as long as I learned from it and moved on. Your maxim of no comments until after dinner is good advice for a cook. You taught me to be open to new foods and even though we were young, we all remember Julia Child’s kidney recipe as well as Boeuf Bourguignon, Coq au Vin, S.O.S. – dad’s recipe from the Marine Corps – and so many other foods and dishes.
I am glad we can talk and that you listen. You’ve never told me what to do, you just listened and didn’t pass judgement. I learned from you to do that with my own children. I believe in God because of your insistence that we go to church and Sunday School, even when I didn’t want to. Thank you.
I am a reader because you instilled the love of reading and learning, early. You, and dad, surrounded us with books and you patiently answered my questions about why, when, where, and so many other questions a young boy asks. I am glad you didn’t scorch that shirt you were ironing when I asked that question.
I am who I am because of you and your belief on being open to new things – food, ideas, and ways of doing things a different way, but always learning and growing.
I am glad we were able to spend your birthday together this year – it was wonderful time, a trip I’ll always remember.
I can’t wait to hear your voice after you open this letter. Thanks, mom, for being who you are so I can be who I am.
I’ve been mulling this letter since yesterday afternoon when I was painting walls, pulling up masking tape, and helping W wrap up his Eagle Project. He’s finished with the project and now he needs to finish the write up and complete his reviews. I am so proud of him, we are all proud of him.
The past couple of days have been great days. It was overcast and rainy today and I took a nap while the rest of the family was out shopping. I made every minute count, well almost, and it was a great day but tomorrow could be a million and six times better. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, one letter to mom I should’ve written years ago, but didn’t, because this one’s going in the mail – with a real stamp.
This post is in response to Word Press’s The Daily Post: Dear Mom on July 15th. Write a letter to your mom. Tell her something you’ve always wanted to say, but haven’t been able to.