letters to my daughter
For the first time in her life, our dear daughter Z flew solo to attend a ten day program in another East Coast city. To be honest, Fr G and I required her to apply to the program, just like we require our children to eat their vegetables. She wasn't keen on going at all, but if she went, she wanted to be there at the same time as her good friend (who isn't eligible until the summer of 2022). We prevailed, and she was accepted, so off she went!
She returned yesterday, exhausted and glowing, refreshed to her fingertips. On the ride home from the airport, she casually mentioned that there's a retreat for the alumni of the program, and a possible reunion. I'd say, despite her protests about applying and going, that the whole experience was spiritually profitable.
While she was there, she was not allowed to have her phone (no hardship for her--she sees technology as a necessary annoyance), nor was she allowed to call us but once. She was allowed to receive letters via email, and every morning I sat where I'm sitting right now, at our dining room table, composing a letter to her. The practice of looking over my yesterdays and anticipating the joy of each new day, and then committing those meditations to paper probably benefitted me even more that receiving the notes benefitted her! I may continue writing letters to myself so that I have a record of the little excitements and delights of each day. They are so very small and humble, the moments that make up our days, but taken together they are a life.
Here are a few excerpts of the letters, for posterity:
June 13, 2021
Yesterday Kyria Athenaes left some little goodies on the doorstep for you—chocolates, sweets, some flowers and some bookends. It was very sweet of her, since she knows how much you love to read. The flowers currently grace the dining room table. I have no idea what kind they are; I’ve never seen them before. There are some branches with small, curly, mottled leaves, and some buds whose leaves look daisy-ish. If the buds open, I’ll let you know what kind of flowers they are. I hid the chocolates and sweets. Fingers crossed that the boys don’t find them. I do hope Kyria Athenaes is feeling better. I marvel at people’s ability to think of others when they’re suffering themselves.
This morning we were devastated to learn that the praying mantis had died overnight. It was looking pretty peaky yesterday, and I had resolved to release it this morning…only to find it was legs-up on the bottom of the jar. M was especially upset at the tender age of the mantis at its demise. The ladybug larvae on the milkweed consoled her, though. I stopped counting them at 20, and there are a few adult ladybugs crawling over the leaves, too! I hope there are enough aphids to feed such a voracious population. I don’t think M can weather more tragic insect deaths.
June 15, 2021
Some trivial but exciting news: I figured out how to use the sandwich press so that it doesn’t make a mess! Just sandwich the sandwich in parchment paper! Voilá! We had delicious cheese-and-meat panini for dinner and didn’t have to scrape any melted cheese from the machine. I hope this opens up a whole new sandwich world for you…I’m thinking grilled breakfast sandwiches, quesadillas…so many options.
It’s sunny and cool this morning here, although it looks like your weather is even cooler. Last night we had a terrific thunderstorm just after Babá got home from a meeting. The hail rattled the windows, like someone was throwing marbles at them. I went out to the little front entryway to see the hail, and it was pouring in sheets. Just when I thought, “This is the hardest it’s ever rained here,” the wind whipped everything into a frenzy and the rain poured even harder. I’m shocked we don’t have more limbs and trees on the ground and that we still have power. Other than a few extra leaves on the ground and damp pavement, you’d never know last night was so wild.
June 17, 2021
I really enjoyed reading this. it is the details of one's days that bring such life to us. You wrote these letters well. I would read a whole book of them :)
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you, Elizabeth!
DeleteThank you for sharing! Watching nature in the backyard is great, the best kind of learning. I look forward to hearing more about your ladybugs.
ReplyDeleteI agree!
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