Dear Elizabeth,
I well remember the night you joined us in the open air of this world.
Your Grandmother and I were at the hospital, eagerly anticipating your arrival.
Our task seemed limited to holding your Daddy’s hand, for there was nothing for
us to do but wait. But the anxiety was soon replaced by excitement as the
announcement was made that you were the new granddaughter in our lives.
Grandma was so enamored of you, as she was of all her granddaughters. The
few times you visited in our home while Mommy and Daddy had an evening out were
pleasures that Grandma cherished. We can only imagine the pride she would feel
if she could see you now! I have my own feelings of pride, for, even though we
have not been close during your formative years, I have been aware of your
progress. I know that your parents’ happiness is in large measure derived from
the very existence of you. I have every confidence that while you have given
them much joy to this point in your life, you will continue to make them proud,
and happy, and they will continue to brag on their first-born.
You have always been an avid reader and a wonderful story-teller. I recall
vividly listening to your tales during your preschool years. I can still
picture you as you illustrated your story with hand gestures, enthusiastically
engaging your auditors with words and action! You have traveled a long road
since the day I visited you in Mrs. Hageboeck’s classroom. Now you are
equipped to be a professional writer, a teller of tales who may, if you so
choose, publish your creations far and wide. You have chosen to obtain the
education and skill set requisite to such a career, and Indiana University has
endorsed you for the activities by certifying you for the degrees you obtain
today. Well done, Young Lady.
Like you, I have been a life-long reader, and thus I have great respect for
those who write. I am conveying to you a little volume, A Wonder Book for
Boys and Girls, by Nathaniel Hawthorne, which I believe rightly should be
yours. I read this again just recently and find it a charming retelling of some
very old tales. I am respecting your request to abstain from the giving of
gifts on this occasion, but this particular book has a history. If you read the
inscription on the fly-leaf, you will understand that I did not find this item
in a used book store, but rather that it has been in your family for more than a
century. You might take this as a reminder of your origins and heritage.
Family is of critical importance in our lives. I am not suggesting that you
must go out and do a bunch of genealogical research. I am suggesting that
knowing where we came from serves as light to shine on the pathways we
follow.
Finally, the advice that you would expect to get from a “seasoned” old
man. If any of this should seem platitudinous, forget not that just because
something is a platitude it is not necessarily wrong. I believe that it is
important to recall daily that we, as the cap sheaf of God’s creation, are much
more than a body and an intellect. We are spiritual beings. The temptation to
please ourselves in the physical and intellectual realms while neglecting our
spiritual being is strong. You will be pulled from all directions, the offer of
fame, and perhaps riches, dangling before you. Acquisition of fame and wealth
is not evil. But the neglect of one’s relationship with God is. So
prioritize. Keep foremost in your life those things that are most important. I
pray that I, and that you as well, will be able to say at the end of the course,
as St. Paul did, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have
kept the faith.”
Please keep us up to date on your activities, from time to time.
Keep the faith.
Now, go celebrate.
We love you.
We love you.
4 comments:
Simply beautiful. The heartiest of congratulations to her~
Good stuff - I imagine this note will go into that book...two things to cherish, together.
Methinks she is not the first teller of tales and writer in the family, degrees or not. Wonderful!
Vee, thank you. She has done well.
Shelly, thank you. You may hear of her one day, who knows?
Grace, perhaps she will cherish the little memento.
Sharkey, possibly she will be the first to derive a livelihood therefrom.
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