Friday, October 18, 2013

Beginning...

Preface

            In life, we all reach it.

A Turning Point.  A point at which a significant change occurs.

It is where you look behind you and know that you cannot continue to do what you have been doing, yet you look ahead and you cannot see where you are going. 

This is wickedly scary and exhilarating at the same time. It is a natural part of life that is growing up and growing older. Those that learn to embrace change of the turning point become experts at guiding their lives to where they want to be.

You see as a teenager, young mother, wife, and career woman, I feel like I had a lot of turning points. Many of them I went the right direction and a few major ones where I went very wrong.  Somehow I still managed to end up in a right place for me.

One of my most significant turning points was when I left my consuming very successful high-powered consulting career of 15 years that robbed me of my energy and time with my family.  Through that journey, I reflected on a lot of lessons that I never shared with my kids when they were little and some that I never even realized myself.

Now that I had more time to concentrate on my family, I was quickly told by my kids every time I tried to impart some lesson I learned in the last 40 years that they did not want to hear it. I was not there before, and they did not need me anymore. OUCH!  You know what though, they were right in a way.

So I started writing letters. It was our secret language.  I would not tell them what I thought, I would just listen and concentrate on there feelings, process and then write a short note with the lesson. 

It was always their choice if she read it.  It is all the wisdom I wish my mother could have imparted to me when I was a teenager at all those little and big turning points.

          This book is the story of the letters that I wrote to my teenage daughter and son through high school. They truly are my inspiration my masterpieces.  They are my heart outside my body.  This is my gift to them, to my future grandchildren, and to each of you.


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