Friday Letter to my Kids – March 27, 2015 –
Dear J, J, L and L,
I wish I could dispense amazing tidbits of wisdom and peace in these letters to you.
Although, that’d probably just come off as advice, which I really don’t want these turning into. And I’m not really all that wise, just old. Older.
Think about it. In twenty years a couple of you will practically be my age and I’ll be my mom’s age, give or take few. That ought to blow you away a little.
Here’s the thing. Time doesn’t always equal wisdom.
Time amounts to experience, which some people confuse with wisdom.
Compared to some people’s stable, lived-in-the-same-town-forever lives, I’ve had a bunch of experience. But compared to other lives, I live a sheltered existence. The closest I get to some things comes across a flickering screen. And that’s fine with me. I don’t want those kinds of experiences.
A couple of weeks ago I read this thought that hit me full on in the face with how simply profound it felt.
Wish I’d had that a year or two ago. Wish I’d known and believed it twenty years ago. I’m certain I’ll need a reminder of it in the future as well, dang it.
We all need reminders of certain things. This one now serves as my big reminder about who am I, where I’ve been, what I want, what I’d like to overcome. Hopefully this reminder will help me.
Maybe it’ll help you sometime, too.
By the way, you’re each part of the light I learned in. Thanks for that.
All my love,
“Wrinkles should merely indicate where the smiles have been.” ~ Mark Twain