Hope ( Day 7 )
The Challenge for Day 7
The challenge for Day 7 was to write a letter to your younger self. I found this quite difficult. Too many competing emotions, I think. The poems of Emily Dickenson have always inspired me and never more so than today. Here is the first verse of ” Hope”
You are probably wondering who is writing to you out of the blue like this? Well, let’s say a little bird told me that you were feeling a bit lost and confused right now and needed a friend. You’re thirteen, just growing from a child into a woman, and I know it all seems strange. But it’s all perfectly normal, even the way you get upset more easily, so don’t worry about that. I know you feel that life isn’t fair sometimes, but that happens to all of us. Someday, you will probably laugh about all the things you are worrying about today!
It’s summer now, August, and soon it will be time to leave everything you know behind. The good and the bad. Let’s focus on the good things, I’m trying to imagine them now. The orchard with those delicious purple plums hanging just out of reach, the little furry gooseberries you’d eat even if they were half-raw, the peas you’d pop from their pods just for the sheer fun of it. The smell of beef stew, bubbling on the range. And the dusty old books on the huge mahogany bookshelves, some of them perhaps bearing your scribbly notes and drawings. Remember, you will always have these memories to light up any sad moments. Treasure them.
Don’t worry about boarding school. Of course, it will be tough at first and you’ll probably be lonely at times. But trust me, you will find ways of coping through friendship and learning and imagination. You are a bit of a dreamer, or so my little bird tells me, but that’s a good thing. Do you remember Sir telling your Mam that you wrote like one of the Brontes? And you were so excited you dropped all your pens on the floor, they rolled under all the desks and it took you ages to find them. Well, there will be moments in Secondary school when you’ll feel just as excited. And college too, because I’m sure that’s one of your dreams.
Maybe you want to be an artist or a writer? Follow your dreams, but remember that you will have to work hard to achieve them. You can do it, I believe in you. And never lose hope, even if people don’t understand or things go wrong sometimes. Stay honest, kind and brave, just like you are today. Yes, I said brave! You might not believe it, but I think you are one of the bravest people I know.
Your Mam will miss you when you are gone, she will even cry when she sees your empty bed. Your brothers and sisters will have one less little chick to fight and laugh with, but we all have to take our first flight someday. And there will be a lot of busy chirping every time you are all together again! Trust me, I know these things.
And now it’s your turn to ask, how can she know so much about me? Well, I know because I’m very like you. And I was thirteen, once.
The photograph is my own. See on Flickr.
This post is Day 7 of My 500 Words 31 Day Challenge with Jeff Goins.
Part of my Ireland series, as a result of my Three Questions post.
Oh Bernie this is so lovely and uplifting! Thanks for sharing; I love this. Ah to receive a kind letter like that… I feel inspired to write one to my thirteen year old son! And to myself “at age almost-46”! (But I’ll be kind to myself and NOT put those on my infernal goals list, which I’m already semi-regretting having made. ;)))
Ah, Nadine, thank you so much! I bet your son would love to read what you write 🙂
Don’t worry about the goals, at the end of the day it’s still totally up to you what you do with them.
My January goals have disappeared into the ether because of the 500 Words Challenge, but who cares!!!
Love that. 😆❤️
I feel better for having read that. Thank you. Looks like we both went to boarding school. I survived ten years there.
Really happy that you found something good in this and thanks so much for letting me know. TEN YEARS in a boarding school, I don’t know how you managed it! Five years was quite enough for me:)
Where was your school? Mine was on the coast in eastern England.
Mine was in the boggy midlands of Ireland 🙂
Five years of that could be hard!
Great writing, interesting share, thanks!
Thanks so much for commenting, Kate 🙂
my pleasure admin 🙂