Dear gentle readers. I’m in a poignant mood tonight. Earlier this week I saw a news piece about a Denver teacher that asked her third grade students to write an answer to the question: I wish my teacher knew. The answers were..profound. This got me to thinking.
What would you tell somebody, if you could? I suppose at different times in my life, I might have disclosed different things. In the the third grade…I would have disclosed something about my family..something about the circus that made up my daily life..perhaps..if I had known it was a circus..
But now…what would you write in answer to this question? What do you wish somebody knew? What are your secrets…I know mine…that sometimes I cry in the shower..and sometimes I scream in there, when nobody is home…if it has been a bad week…like the one I had in February, when I thought for a few days that my cancer had returned. I wish that somebody knew that I always get tearful when I hear the song “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac. I wish that somebody knew that I worry that I’m not a good mother–that the imprint of my own childhood is too deep on my own soul..
What do you wish somebody knew?