We'll All Become Stories
On a trip to Pensacola a few weeks ago to visit my youngest daughter, Lindsay (who is in grad school), we lingered around the dinner table on my last evening eating yummy homemade pasta, drinking a nice glass of wine, and telling old stories. It’s funny the things you find out years later, once your kids are grown; things that were supposed to remain top secret and be taken to the grave.
Lindsay’s older sister, Autumn, who was the instigator in some of these teenage stories, later called her baby sister a “little snitch” and said that she “threw her under the bus.” It might have mattered more if I had heard the tales back when they happened, but it matters less several years later. Frankly, now it’s just funny to hear about some of the crazy things they did, even if they shouldn’t have done them! I guess things I would have worried about then have all turned out okay for the most part.
Canadian poet and novelist Margaret Atwood, said "In the end, we'll all become stories." That’s an interesting way of summing up life, but I guess it’s really true. Everyone we encounter and everything we do or say, have the potential of becoming fodder for a story somewhere along the line whether we know it or not, and whether we like it or not.
I’ve been thinking about what kind of stories might be generated about me. I’m quite sure that some of them are doozies, since I was a teenager in the 70’s! I’ve lived a pretty full life, made some mistakes along the way, broken some hearts, and had mine broken in return. But for the most part, I think that most of the stories that will be told about me will bring a smile to the storyteller’s face. It’s nice to think so anyway.
So, if it’s true that we all become stories in the end, let’s try to laugh a little louder, smile a little brighter, hug like we mean it, spread a little kindness, be more thankful, dream a little bigger, be a little braver, and spend more time with the people we love. If they’re going to tell stories about us, let’s make them good ones!