December 02, 2002
note to my mother on her birthday

You did everything just about right. This doesnít mean everything is absolutely perfect (impossible so long as we are human), but there is nothing I look back on with regret or see as a vast, uncorrectable error. Iím not scarred, I can advance through life without thinking Iíve been hobbled; others have told me that my parents ďraised me rightĒ, and I suppose thatís as good a validation as one can find.

Lucy thinks so too.

I fondly remember your making the costumes for the Hobbit. I fondly remember you bursting into our room one morning with the smell of blueberry muffins wafting in, singing the Muffin Man, or making a papier-m‚chť relief map of Great Britain with me.

You designed a beautiful environment for us to grow up in; literally, and figuratively. Thatís why I continue to chase beauty now. I donít necessarily mean in a girl, but in life; finding those moments in life and work where things fit together just right, and are balanced, and elegant.

I donít pretend to say that this inculcated characteristic makes things easyóI want the esthetically pleasing situation where most will settle for the mundane, but thatís the point, isnít it? If you donít give a damn, itís pretty easy to be content and settled, but drabness and complacency arenít our lot.

The only thing I can think of that we can hear more of is what is worrying you or stressing you. And you shouldnít worry too much about our significant others. That issue will take care of itself.

And perhaps you should take more time off? Traveling? Visiting me or Eugenie?

Posted by erich at December 02, 2002 09:52 PM
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