One of the things I tell new parents is that babies pop out complete. Personality, temperament, coping style: all present from the very beginning. It takes a while to become evident, of course, but they’re all there from the git-go.
She was always tiny. Then again, her mother still gazes longingly up in vain at the five-foot mark. As soon as she could talk, she had a way with words. At age three she fractured a clavicle, then enchanted an entire ER by announcing, “We had a little problem with the stairs. Someone fell down them.”
Now on the far side of college and the proud owner of a degree in journalism, she blogs here. She may post only a few times a week, but what a treat when she does:
On recalling the impact of 9/11 on a relative:
That was before you decided the past didn’t exist anymore. Before you decided you’d rather not remember a Tuesday in September or a Saturday in April or a funeral for the only woman who’d ever been able to keep you in line.
That was well before the Towers dusted your shoulders with the ashes of strangers, clinging to you all the way to a home that belongs to somebody else now.
On returning to church:
Growing up, I thought we were to whisper, “Thanks, speedy God,” instead of, “Thanks be to God.”
I spent years convinced of this. Now, I know, sometimes He is speedy. Sometimes, He works quickly. In an hour’s time, He quiets your fears.
From “Write Your Heart Down”:
And it doesn’t matter that you’re seventeen or twenty-six or lying in a nursing home bed, wondering if God wants to give you a tomorrow. There is something magical about flipping back through years of pain and sorrow and joy and reading them like your favorite novel because you know the ending.
Wise beyond her years, on doing what you love:
We don’t do it because it’s beautiful and effortless. We don’t do it because someone else approves.
It feels right. Deep down inside.
It feels like the only thing we can do…
You do what you love because life is too long to feel like you haven’t done anything of value. Life is too long to feel like you wasted it on someone else’s dreams.
And it’s too short to forget that even if you’ve no idea where you’re headed, even if you need a framed quote hanging above the fireplace you’ve yet to use, you are doing something that matters.
I know enough about writing to know that there is no such thing as “talent”. There is lots and lots of hard work, notebooks and flash drives filled to overflowing, with only a tiny percentage ever being put out there for anyone else to read. This girl can flat out write. Go see for yourself.