Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Secrets of a Diary from 1977.
I've been engrossed in reading lately. Can you guess amongst the stack on my night stand which one it is? I know, its fairly obvious from its position. While I was digging for pictures the other day, I found my first diary. Its from the year 1977. I was in the 4th grade. I faithfully wrote in it for an entire year. I borrowed the idea, to "grade" each of my days. I won't regale you with too many of the rather mundane every day formulaic musings of a 4th grader in 1977. Snoresville. I mean that in the kindest way.
But I did have one heart-stopping-moment, I must admit. I am a firm believer that we get messages through signs from the universe about our path in life. And if we pay attention, we are guided by the songs we hear, the passages we read, the conversations we have or the dreams we dream. Or the chance reading of our own words.
Page four. January 4th, 1977. "I got my allowance today, 1 dollar because I am 9. I made a card and put my dollar in it for my brother. Tomorrow he is 7. Its 9 o'clock. Its my bedtime. I put myself to bed. My mom is at work. She started a job at Concordia (College). She works nights. She is gone when I get home from school. She comes home after I go to sleep. I see her weekends. I miss her. I am a bookworm. Today is the last day of Christmas vacation. I am glad I go back to school. Mrs. Oien (my teacher) is nice. B+.
I had forgotten. My mother, bless her heart, has remained at the same job for 32 years. But it certainly changed the fabric of my family. I think I missed her absence in more ways than a nine-year-old could possibly articulate. But "I miss her" perhaps speaks volumes.
So I am pondering why I can't get this passage out of my head. In the workings of my mind it has certainly occurred to me that Nolan turns nine in two months. And I am preparing to go back to work. What a mighty tug on my heart this is.
I did unearth a few other fun things circa 1977. I'll have to share in another post. We are going out of town for a big hockey game Wednesday night (tonight). Our Moorhead hockey team takes on a team we have lost to the past 3 years in an attempt to go back to the State tournament. It'll be a really late night when get home and we will either be tired but really happy, or tired and really crabby :) If you're not a hockey fan, would you do me a favor and hope for happy anyway? My sanity may depend on it come Thursday.
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