Unwritten People

7:16 PM

 
My favorite book genre by a long shot is history. Memoirs, biographies, accounts of world events- I love reading about the human experience through the eyes of others and connecting with people/civilizations all across time.

But think of all the unwritten stories of ordinary people throughout history who have led extraordinary lives. I often wish I could go back in time and be a fly on the wall while my grandma grew up in a family of 11 children, or while she raised her own 5, or all that she continued to do with her life as a widow for over 20 years with a tired body. I could never get enough of her stories about life as she knew it, and she had become quite the wise and practically perfect human by the time she reached the ripe old age of 87 and passed away. So many people have gone before me, living lives of kindness and trial and struggle and beauty that I will never know about but their lives were just as significant. Imagine the heartache, the fears, the faith, the struggles within families, the work of marriages, the joys and triumphs, the unrecorded growth, the dear friendships, the mental and physical health battles, the stories! Of EVERYONE!

Oh to travel back to ancient Rome and see a child throw a tantrum and watch the mother handle it. To speak with a contemporary in Mongolia about dinner prep and the witching hour. To swap stories with a woman in Africa wearing a teething baby all day because how else do you survive those days? To witness childhood in 1800's England, dirty children playing outside and all. Normal life in the midst of massive world history. I like to think someday when we're all in the same place and time again, we'll be able to swap stories with people who experienced life in completely different times and places than us. I have a feeling we will find that we all have a lot more in common than we ever would have thought possible.

All of our trials and lives are different, and yet, so much the same. My life won't be big, and I won't have books written about me, but I know I can be a force for good in my little village. No amount of kindness, service, or love is insignificant. Friendships ebb and flow, but each person who has entered my life has left a thumbprint, and I hope to do the same for others- always in a positive way. I think the world is a lot smaller than we all feel; at least our personal worlds. I may not influence many lives, but I want to be a source of goodness in the very few that I have the privilege of knowing.

And my boys- oh my boys. Their mom won't ever be the most beautiful, or the smartest, or the most fun, or popular. But they will always know that I adore them with everything I have. They will know that people and relationships matter. They will know I love their dad and I love our Heavenly Father. And they will see me always trying, even though I fail and fall short over and over and over.

"We would do well to slow down a little. Focus on the significant and truly see the things that matter most." - Dieter F. Uchtdorf

And so now, we take it slow, we love, we breathe, and we grow. I've got a long way to go before I am who I will become, but I've learned that I have to take it one day at a time, and that's ok. I'm not who I will be, but my eyes are being opened little by little to who that version of me is, and she's worth working towards for a lifetime.

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