Friday, November 12, 2010

Letters (the snail mail kind)

I'm reading a book right now that actually made me laugh out loud.  That doesn't happen often.  Usually my laughing out loud comes at the hand of "America's Funniest Home Videos".  I have memories of talking to my mom on the phone while we were both watching that show and laughing hysterically.  When I need a pick me up, it's my go-to show.

But this book in intriguing.  It is completely made up of letters to and from its characters.  It was frustrating at first, but now I love it.  It's almost as if the characters let you in, but only so much because how much can you tell about a person from a letter since it is void of conversation and emotions (that can be seen or described in literature)?  And maybe that is why I like it.  It reminds me of myself. 

Brad and I watched a movie recently that was recommended:  Waitress.  While the acting and story line were good, I don't think I can actually recommend it to anyone.  It doesn't have the best moral story.  However, I've been a Keri Russell fan since Felicity and if I had any bravery at all I would cut my hair off in the hopes of having it grow back and look like hers.  But I digress.  In the movie she is having a baby that she doesn't want.  But she starts to write the child letters.  They change depending on the events of her life at the time.  Some are apologetic for not wanting it, some are mad for the child making her stay in a bad marriage, some are hopeful of what will come.  But all are from the heart.  The movie made me cry at one point because it told the child what she hoped for it.  And it wasn't about having riches or happiness even.  It was about having love.  The kind where someone will hug you for 20 minutes and not say anything, just because they know you need it even thought their arms have long since fallen asleep and they really need a drink of water kind of love. 

I wonder what I would write to my unborn child if I could.  It is safe to say that I've run the whole spectrum of emotions during this pregnancy.  And I imagine that will be the case after birth as well.  And maybe it's fair for them to know as much as possible about life and all that comes with it.  But maybe it's better for them to find out on their own too.  Make their own life.  Make their own memories.  But maybe it can't hurt to give them a head start.  Here is my first letter:

Dear Baby:

Life is tough, but you will survive, I promise.  And you will be better for it.  Take the good with the bad and love each the same for they happen for a reason.  And I'm sorry for all the mistakes I will make and all the therapy bills you will probably  have.  I promise to have good insurance for you.  And I love you.  Even though I haven't met you., and more than you can imagine.



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