I’m running late for this contest but there is still time for you to get in on it, deadline Tuesday, March 28 Lot of great reading at in this contest!
First Annual Sully Award for Excellence in Writerishness!
I have shortened and edited a blog I posted recently. As submitted, it is:
The browning album crackled from the weight of the fading pictures as my grandchildren looked at the wonderland that used to be. Alayna said to Pete, “That used to be Grandma.”
“Wrong, Alayna,” I thought. “That girl was never me. “I wore her clothes and combed her hair, but she was never me. She never cuddled my babies, pursued a career, or licked the seal of an envelope containing a final payment. She never climbed my mountains, nor stumbled in my valleys. She never faced my temptations, nor experienced my victories. That girl was never grandma, but I was once that girl.”
I experienced what she experienced – the warmth of a hot water bottle on wicked winter nights; the pettiness of being a petulant pouter; the cool coziness of lying prone on newly mopped linoleum; the cushy-curly buoyancy of a Toni perm.
I knew nothing of things still to come that would make me “me.” Salty tears and delicious laughter, my child’s birth and my mother’s death, the dirge of night and the delight of dawn, the pain of aging and the hope of eternal.
Yes, I once was that little girl, but she was never me.