On grown-up teeth, bruised shins, renaissance festivals, frozen placentas and new white oaks, and the beautiful, necessary imperfection of our deepest loves
I just sent this to my 22year old daughter, who is also my oldest of three. “By now you know all of my faults” - I read that paragraph to her on the phone tonight and we both teared up. And the clipping of wings as well as pushing off the cliff. So beautiful. You captured this imperfect love aspect of the mother daughter relationship so well. I feel inspired to write a letter. Love how yours has held up through the passage of time too!
I love this first, because it's beautiful in all of your tactile descriptions of the "landmarks" and the motherly-ness in each sentence, and that "all these feelings still apply"... and also, the prompt of letter writing is so fitting for my in-the-moment efforts. A way to be in the past and the future at once. <3
I just sent this to my 22year old daughter, who is also my oldest of three. “By now you know all of my faults” - I read that paragraph to her on the phone tonight and we both teared up. And the clipping of wings as well as pushing off the cliff. So beautiful. You captured this imperfect love aspect of the mother daughter relationship so well. I feel inspired to write a letter. Love how yours has held up through the passage of time too!
Ah it’s so lovely to hear this from you, Barbara!!
I love this first, because it's beautiful in all of your tactile descriptions of the "landmarks" and the motherly-ness in each sentence, and that "all these feelings still apply"... and also, the prompt of letter writing is so fitting for my in-the-moment efforts. A way to be in the past and the future at once. <3
I love you, friend. xoxo
What a lovely letter 💕 I felt that so deeply.
Thank you, Lindsey. Really hope we actually find a way to meet irl in the not too distant future!