I presented a challenge to those reading this blog—and today is the first day. I’ve made a list of all the people I’m going to write. My challenge is to write people that I don’t normally write to since I do write to a lot of people on a relatively regular basis.
Since I’m an introvert writing letters is a way for me to share without feeling awkward or self-conscious about anything. I remember after you died, too scared to talk to Dad (when it came to important stuff, like getting my ears pierced) I’d write him a letter.
I found a letter that I wrote to Dad telling him how sorry I was that some boys were over at the house. They didn’t come inside, but still… there was no supervision and I'm pretty sure the rule was not to have anyone over. I got “caught” by a neighbor. I didn’t do anything wrong, however, the shame of it all caused me to tell Dad that I’d leave if he didn’t want me around. I was 12 or 13. I begged him to trust me and love me and not to be mad. I was surprised to see Dad’s handwriting on a letter enclosed with my pleading. Here it is:
I still feared talking to Dad. I still wrote him letters. It also made me wonder why I felt he never really loved me and that perhaps my perception of what he felt was wrong... all these years.
I’d write my friends in grade school even though I saw them every day. I still have those letters. Stamps were six cents! I have a letter from your son-in-law (my brother-in-law) who wasn't at the time (he was dating Sue then) and they’ve been married for close to 40 years—egads).
I snagged my current husband because of a letter—too chicken to ask him out, I wrote him a letter. I figured this way he could have time to think of something good to say when “no thanks” would be his answer. It was sheer agony waiting for a response. I still write him letters.
I’m a letter writer through and through, so this isn’t a real challenge for me. But one I dearly love. If you can't handle writing a letter every day, what about just one? Who would you write to?