I have the unique ability to imprint habits from others. Some would say that is the hallmark of a weak personality. I never claimed to have a strong one, but in my defense, all of my “imprinting” has been of good habits for the most part. The chocolate habit I got from my sister-in-law, and some would argue it’s not such a great habit.
I disagree wholeheartedly.
So many people have changed my life. But one person stands out above the others:
You epitomized what motherhood and feminism meant to a whole generation of women, at least until the hippie flower children found LSD. You had class, style, and grace, and I wanted to be just like you when I grew up. Really! I even begged my mother for a cheap string of dimestore pearls so I could pretend to be you while I washed the dishes.
I learned how to be a mom from my mother, but I learned to be a domestic goddess from you.
I have a couple of confessions to make.
I skipped a day in the challenge. The letter I skipped was to someone who was going through the worst of times. Usually I am the last to know about any drama. Most of the time I find out about it weeks after the fact. Sometimes even years!!! So, I decided to skip it due to lack of knowledge 🙂
The second confession is the letter for today. I can’t recall ever having made a pinky promise to anyone. And if I have, I must have kept it to myself so well that I will never break it.
So, if anyone remembers the pinky promise, I hope you see how trustworthy I am!!!
And the honor goes to…..
Congratulations on this rather obscure and dubious award 😉
Gawd, I’m a Pollyanna. I am! I’m a trusting soul and pathetically naive. But a letter I must write.
Dear First Impression,
You are like a Monet painting. From afar, you make sense. You are beautiful, and serene, and full of joy and color.
What you don't see is the pack of wolves about to pounce....
Up close, you are a blotchy, unrepentant mess, screaming for attention. As naive and well-intentioned as I am, I just can’t afford to take you at your word. I must examine you closely, looking for cracks in the veneer (Yes, I almost typed Vermeer). I never much cared for Impressionism, really. I’m more of the Modernist school. I like to know that what I’m getting is what I am seeing.
I thought long and hard about who broke my heart the hardest.
No one ever did. Hearts don’t break. They only crack a little. And cracks can always be mended.
Cracked, mended, and still ticking.
No, I’m not phoning it in. This has been my philosophy for a long time now. Since the jerk in high school 😉
Has anyone ever had a person, place, or thing occupy a tiny area of your mind for years, laying dormant most of the time, until you are caught unaware while making a Tres Leches cake and suddenly–POOF!!!–it comes to the fore of your thought processes and interrupts your cake-making bliss to the point of making you question why in heaven’s name you need egg yolks, and how many have you added to the batter???
Yes?? ME TOO!! There have been songs, and poems, and even certain speeches that have done this, but eventually they go away. This one guy, though…. He sticks around like disco. This is my letter to him:
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
Dear Signor Da Vinci,
“Larger than life” is an appropriate descriptor for you. Painting, sculpting, inventing were not enough. You were an engineer, an architect, excelling in mathematics and taught yourself Latin so as to be noticed by the Mathematical community. You were ahead of your time in anatomical studies, your inventions considered marvels, and your feats of engineering defy description to this day. So I have one question for you: WHY WERE YOU SO DAMN LAZY THAT YOU NEVER FINISHED ST. JEROME IN THE WILDERNESS??? That painting drives me nuts to this day!!! Oh sure…. La Gioconda is revered for it’s enigmatic smile, and The Last Supper is considered to be the foremost example of facial characterization. But why, oh why did you never finish St. Jerome?? It was the inventions, wasn’t it? The helicopter, the steam cannon, the glider, the bridge, the musical instruments??
There is one consolation in my fevered mind, though. At least I rest easy knowing you were greater than that Michealangelo dude 😉