A Letter to My Granddaughter: For Elizabeth

Reader Contribution by Mountain Woman
Published on May 3, 2011
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We’re in a lull at the moment on Red Pine Mountain Farm.  Caught somewhere between winter and spring, rain falls daily.  Once again, I have to be patient for I long to be outside feeling the warmth of long absent sunshine.  And while I think about how difficult it is to be patient at times, I decided to share this piece I wrote last fall for my first grandchild. 

For Elizabeth

“Slow down” my body tells me every day in many different ways. Aches I never had before make me take just a little longer to get up as I head to the far side of my fifties. But there is no need for my body to teach me this lesson. I’ve learned to slow down, to savor the moment and cling to the joy of the everyday.

Not always. I was impatient. As a child, a teenager, a young adult, I’d listen to my Mother and Grandmother tell me, “Slow down, don’t be in such a hurry to grow up. These are the best years of your life.” I’d look at them with the disdain of all knowing youth, oh so certain of myself. What did they know, those older women? I was in a hurry to mark those firsts; first day of school, driver’s license, graduation, college and beyond. All of those firsts were notches in my belt barely noticed as I kept striving for new milestones.

As a young bride, I wanted children and when my son was born, I eagerly anticipated his “firsts” and with every one, I looked to the next one. And as it was with my son so it was with my marriage, looking ahead to a future eagerly anticipated. Retirement was looming and we were planning where to go, what to do with this next chapter of our lives. Our dreams of the future ended when my husband was struck and killed on an icy road.

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