My favorite post ever
In all the time I’ve written this blog, this is my favorite post. It has almost nothing to do with writing. But it has everything to do with the emotion impact you feel when you read something that touches you. If you celebrate, Merry Christmas.
Later this month, my daughter, is going overseas, way overseas, to visit a college campus for a program she applied to almost on a lark.
This is the same little girl who used to light up like the morning sky if I said I’d take her to the McDonald’s with the indoor playground in the dead of winter. She’s the same little girl who became quite put out when she found out she’d have a little brother rather than a little sister like her friend had. And whose anger evaporated when she held him in her arms for the first time just a couple hours later.
This is the same girl who stood next to me and sang at the top of her lungs when we went to the U2 concert together, and who looks at me with bemused annoyance at any of my plethora of off-color remarks. Fortunately and unfortunately, she’s also the incredible young woman who’s just now starting the most exciting part of her life, her hard work paying off in ways she never imagined.
I used to take her to swim practice and drive through some of the higher-income neighborhoods. She called one of the houses there “the castle” and loved to drive by it. Every Tuesday and Thursday I’d pick her up after work and take her to the pool. Then I’d go to Panera and eat dinner, drink coffee, and write until practice was over. Then, most nights, we’d drive past the castle.
Because of the crush of homework, college applications, scholarship applications, and some other things, I drove her past the castle last week. Considering graduation’s less than four months away, I was a little melancholy when I told her, “This might be the last time I drive you past the castle.”
These are the moments that are most meaningful, bigger than any big idea. They’re real and tangible, and they actually happen.
As someone trying to write fiction, I know my work will be an escape and, I hope, carry some social relevance, as well.
But the pretend battles between good and evil are unlikely to be as poignant as the last time by the castle. That’s what really matters.