When I was in high school, my English teacher gave us an assignment to write a letter to our future selves.
With all my vast teenage knowledge, I wrote that letter.
I have it in a security box in my bedroom, waiting for the day I can open it.
I guess I’ll find out what I wrote – in a few years.
I have no idea why I chose age 67. Was it a part of the assignment?
My English teacher would have been retiring soon at that point. Could she have been thinking how wonderfully uplifting a letter from her younger self would be?
I remember enjoying the creativity of the assignment. I remember considering what would be the best stationery to use. (I chose a bubblegum print, because, you know, it was cool.)
I have no earthly clue what I wrote about.
The letter is probably filled with my predictions for the life I lived between the times of writing and opening of said letter.
Would I have added any advice? I’m sure my teenage self had plenty of sage words to leave with her retirement age counterpart (eye roll).
I do enjoy letters, though. They are such a useful tool for passing on wisdom and encouragement to people.
The art of letter writing is slowly fading away. It makes me sad. Quick, to the point emails and texts take the place of beautifully written words on stationery.
I’ve heard some moms take the time to fill in journals for their children as they are growing up, to be presented at some momentous occasion. What a neat idea!
My kids are too old to make that work the same way.
I need to find another way to do something similar. I still have things they need to know as they grow up.
I suppose that is what this blog is though – letters written to moms going through what I’ve already been through.
I hope people find encouragement from moms who’ve been where they are.
That’s my heart – to leave a legacy of advice based on lessons learned as a person in this world.
We shouldn’t lose the written word.
Take some time to write. It’ll be worth every minute!
letters... are such a useful tool for passing on wisdom...