Our Stories Matter…

“The significance—and ultimately the quality—of the work we do is determined by our understanding of the story in which we are taking part.” —Wendell Berry

Our oldest daughter was a very precocious child and exuberant early talker, in full sentences, with exceptional intonation, rhythm, and clarity. Yes…non-stop-run-on-stunningly-astute-commentary-in-surprisingly-grown-up-language-about-everything-she-was-thinking-or-noticing-around-her-or-within-her-in-any-particular-moment. By the time she was two and a half years old, random people who overheard her ongoing narration would look and ask, “How old is that child?” She loved thoughts, ideas, facts, language, and stories from the womb. From Pythagorean Theorem to Mozart, she was actively responsive to language and music. One of her favorite games we played anywhere anytime when she needed to be engaged was called “add on stories.” I would start with a phrase: “Once there was a little girl and…” she would take up the thread and add her own piece of the story, “and, and, and she was an artist who one day  found a collie…” I would respond with, “and the collie said to the little girl….” (You get the idea.) We loved those add on stories and how they wound around and went in unexpected places based on the reality of our daily lives, yet infused with the power of her vivid imagination and dreams. On long road trips, she would play along with great embellishment. What I wouldn’t give to have recordings of these spontaneous adventures because our stories matter.

I believe the history of us all in our stories. From listening and reading them to watching them unfold on a screen, we naturally appreciate stories. We live our lives through the stories we tell, the stories we hear, the stories we hold dear, the stories we add onto, and the stories we must let go. Our stories hold, lift up, or shift our perception to help frame our reality because our stories matter.

Stories help us honor the work we choose to do each day. In reality, each day’s story is the next chapter of the ultimate story in each of our lives. During these past recent days in particular, there is an urgency to hold close those stories that keep resilience and boldness alive. We need our stories to help us embrace what is beautiful and joyous in our lives. We need to help one another remember that some of the most powerful stories often have moments where events go someplace we did not expect…to places where dreams unravel, only to be rediscovered, picked up, and carried onward. This is a challenging time in our country to gather with one another because the add-on story we are choosing to participate in, is not ours to carry alone. Our collective national story is one we carry together. We must add-on; keep telling, reimagining, and co-creating our story together. We have the magic, the mystery, and the majesty within us because, indeed, our stories matter.

2 thoughts on “Our Stories Matter…

  1. Oh my. You got me on this one. Loved,loved hearing about the add on stories. I think that you have inspired me to go back to a booklet that my Grandkids gave to me for Christmas, and work on it. Its title is Grandma We Want to Know Your Story. It has leading questions on every page for me to answer. Hope you , Sam and rest of family are well. Again, I love your stories ❤️❤️❤️❤️

    • Hello my beautiful friend! Thanks so much for your message today!

      We are all doing the best we can around here each day!

      I’ve been prompting/listening to daddy tell some of the stories he can still repeat, especially of him and mom in the early days together. Most stories shared now are childhood remembrances of his, his love of reading books, and playing with his best friend, Bill. As he progresses on this journey, the stories get shorter, but hearing his voice remains balm for my soul.

      One of my all-time favorite stories involving YOU is the day you phoned me to come for an interview in your office. It was spring break time and I was home reorganizing closets while our daughters (7 and 3) were rolling on the floor with a mound of scattered toys and books. When I answered the phone, you could hear them laughing. You asked me to “come as you are and bring those girls too!” You meant it and I did it; best day and professional decision ever for our family! You literally sat on the floor of your office with us for over two hours, reading books, asking questions, and being bossed by our oldest (who felt she was there to interview you). Instead of being properly mortified, BB howled when I told her what we did that day.

      I cannot encourage you enough to write down or record your stories for your Grands…what a gift of your brilliance this will be for them! As always, I am grateful for you and to you for the lasting inspiration, gifts, and remarkable legacy you represent in the story of my life, beautiful soul. Please…share your stories because your stories matter. Miss and love you…

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