Dear Kristen

Kristen and her Dad

Kristen and her Dad

My niece—the only one I have—sent me a letter a few days ago. Yes, a letter, with words written in black ink, packed tight on a card. Rarely will you receive letters like this, anymore. Or, at least, rarely have I. Emails are so much quicker. Quicker even is texting. Conveyed instantly. And usually erased just as instantaneously.

Some of us are dedicated letter-writers. My mother was. I think letters were like therapy to her. Although she was quite articulate, she could communicate her innermost concerns only by writing letters. Things that made her sad or happy, that confused and frustrated her, that she was sorry for, regretted, or was grateful for. Things she probably would not have told you if you were right there, face-to-face.

Writing by hand takes time, time we can use to hash through ideas and feelings. And if we make mistakes as we write, we may feel compelled to start all over again. So, perhaps, we sit and mull over what we want to say before we actually commit it to paper. And this investment goes beyond the time it takes to write. We must also stuff that letter into an envelope, stamp it, and take it to a mailbox. In this age of lightning text messages, writing a letter is a small labor of love.

Sadly, I’m not one of those letter writers. I was ecstatic when email was invented. You can think right there on the keyboard and if what comes out is not really what you wanted to say or how, hitting the delete or back button is easy.

I still did write the rare letter after the advent of email; when what I needed to say to someone was private enough that I only wanted that recipient to see it. But the more compelling reason was when what I had to say mattered an awful lot, to me at least, if not the recipient.   A physical letter is like casting in concrete—it has substance and finality; and it endures.

Long ago, I also wrote a letter or two I never actually sent out. The type you tuck into other items as deeply as you can because it is that personal. Finding and rereading letters like that many, many years later is an unbelievable emotional experience.

So is receiving a letter you never expect—which is what this letter was, from my niece.

Texting on a qwerty keypad phone

Texting on a qwerty keypad phone (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In the first place, except during holidays and birthdays, I hardly ever get letters with my name handwritten on the envelope. So, when one did arrive a few days ago, I was more than usually curious. I was surprised to see who the letter came from because my nine nephews and one niece belong to a generation raised on those electronic handhelds that exercise your thumbs and forefingers many times a day. Those little machines dispense with their thoughts in tiny bytes that zoom through cyberspace..

My niece has once said she did not use email much.  But she does call and we’ve had long conversations over the phone.  You could say she and I feel comfortable with each other so we could be frank about our thoughts and feelings.  I have that kind of relationship with her two brothers, as well.  Since I only have one son, I never understood what parents meant when they say all their kids are special in their own way. Now, I do.Kris016

No, I won’t share the content of my niece’s letter. I will only say that it is the type that must be received—that I was very grateful to receive—in a handwritten letter. I’ll always want to keep it. I’ll also confess she brought tears to my eyes.

Writing a good letter is an art.  Time was when it might have been the only way women could give vent to their creativity (See Women letter writers).   Now that all venues of expression are open to women, letters will still reveal our creative voices.   So, I would like to end with this—Kristen, you write very well and, if you decide to explore a life of writing, go for it. You have the talent. I will be there to cheer you on.

 

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1 Comment

  1. fingerprintwriting

    “Writing a letter is a small labor of love”. What a lovely description:-)
    I enjoyed reading your post!

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