I often wonder if advice ever really helps us in our everyday lives. Or do we have to live through something ourselves for the wisdom to stick to us?
My twin nieces turned 18 this month and I have been thinking of what I would most want them to know at 18 that I didn’t. I mean, what’s all this learning by our mistakes and the resulting heartache if we can’t pass on some heads up?
What do I wish someone had told me? Where to begin? I’m exhausted thinking about it and how can I not fall short of such a lofty, impossible goal? But you’re not living if you’re not trying.
Out of that came this piece, “If I Could I Would,” about trying to concoct a poem that would do it all: serve as the girls’ steadfast template, guide them through whatever may stand in their way. A piece devoutly to be wished for sure and also a concrete and lasting way to remind them, through their very own poem, what they mean to me and the riches they have brought to my life.