Letter From My Little juliannah

I am involved in a Boundaries Workshop with people from my AA meetings. Our mentor assigned a task. Write a letter from your inner child to your grown-up self.

This is mine.

Dear Big juliannah,

I am proud of the woman you have grown into. We had quite a childhood. You overcame our shyness and discovered you were not the ugly duckling you thought you were.

I know you wonder why mom never hugged you or said “I love You.” It is ok now. You grew up, had 3 beautiful children, hugged and kissed them and told them “I love you” everyday. You were the best stay-at-home mom when people around you discounted your decision to raise your kids. You then took your self through college and later studied to pass your Pharmacy Tech exam!

We had such fun playing kick the can with dad and all the neighborhood kids. This taught you how to be fair, not cheat and get along with everyone.

I am glad you are learning to be a good person. Don’t be hard on yourself. You love animals, nature and the Lord. All taught to you by your parents.

You are blessed to be loved by so many people. Your little sister, Krafty is proud of you as well. She whispered to me to be sure and let you know that she forgave you for hitting her with that ruler. Who is the big sister now?

Mom gave us the special name, julianna, even though our given name is Julie Ann. You knew when it was a term of endearment or JULIANNA! with an exclamation point.

And oh big juliannah! Remember when mom was going through cancer treatment and you were there. And you were happy to be there. Remember her smile when you brought her that book from the library?

When dad died, you and mom could finally understand each other. She said, “I just want to hold his hand again.” You said, “I know mom.”

Shortly before mom joined dad in heaven you heard the words, “I Love You.”

You never understood when mom gave you the plant stand with the words, “Bloom where you are planted.”

She was a swan and so are you!

*Artwork by my mommie

Sunday Brunch – Joining

Today, Krafty, my sister and I became members of our local Lutheran Church. During a walk with Taya, Krafty’s dog, I noticed a beautiful church adorned with stained glass windows, a lovely steeple housing bells and out front, as it was Christmas time, a manger scene

I was immediately drawn to this peaceful view. We walked around the building and wondered about the services and what the Lutheran religion entailed.

We were baptized and brought up by our parents in the Methodist church. Over the years I attended different churches. Mostly, what I would call progressive. Not sure if that is the right word, but never the less, I always find comfort in my Faith.

We decided to attend Christmas Eve services. I am so glad we did! Immediately we felt at home. The church has a pipe organ, full choir and bell choir. Our mommie played the organ for many years in our church. Dad was active in choir and was a janitor on Saturdays.

Krafty and I would accompany him some weekends. We delighted in “running” the aisles, playing “Chopsticks” and the “Knuckle Song” on the piano in the choir room and…sometimes daring to stand in the pulpit. I do believe my dad said, “Girls, you should not play there.”

Needless to say, the memories flooded our minds and hearts.

Today we became members of this church. Somehow, I don’t think we will be allowed to “play” in the pulpit.

I know we found a wonderful home. The Pastor recited the Serenity Prayer. Right up my alley.

Peace be with you.

Anyone up for the “Knuckle Song?”