New Project: Dear Noelle

Dear Noelle Love Heather, Family, WIP, Writing 2 Comments »

When talking to Michael yesterday, I realized that I have tons of fond memories of my younger cousin Noelle that I’d love to write down and capture, but that don’t fit into my current story project in most cases. Lately, I’ve resorted to regaling him with everything. I joked to him that perhaps I should write them all down.

Yet that offhand comment got me thinking. Why shouldn’t I?

So, I brainstormed this morning and decided that it’s the perfect idea. Her thirteenth birthday is coming up in January (four months) so if I get my butt going, I should be able to get it done by then. She’ll be entering her teenage years and she already has so much going on in family life as well as social life that no doubt is making her question herself. I’ve seen some of it in her MySpace status messages, and I hope that this might show her how much she means to me. Perhaps a start at growing her self worth?

My plan is to call it “Dear Noelle, — Love, Heather” and write a series of “letters” (Sidney Poitier anyone?). But not in the same way as Mr. Poitier. My goal isn’t to tell her about my life or to show her what I’ve learned or to tell her how those things can be applied to her. My goal is to tell her about her life, starting with the memories she won’t have kept, and how she has changed mine. To show her how very important she is to me as well as to give her a lasting memory book of her early life.

Let’s see if it works. I have no idea how long it will be, but I’ll start brainstorming everything in the days ahead. I’ll post the letters (password protected) as I write them, though with the same password as my story (so those of you reading that have access to this as well).

Wanna Be Your Joe - Billy Ray Cyrus

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Joe works at the steel mill
Works dang near every day
Leaves for work when the sun comes up
Drops the kids at school along the way
(Kids at school along the way)

When the night is falling
He gets home and hugs his wife
He says how much he missed her
And that he loves her more than life, yeah

More than life

Joe may never be a rich man
No lawyer, or movie star
He may not own the finest jewerly
And he may not drive the nicest car
Joe has everything he dreamed of
All the treasures that he needs
No wonder Joe’s always smiling
He only aims to please, yeah

Let me be your Joe
I just wanna love you
And watch our babies grow
I may not be no millionaire
But I want you to know
I wanna be your Joe

You are just a woman and I am just a man
Though I may not feel every need
I hope you understand

I wanna be your Joe
I wanna be your Joe
Let me be your Joe
I just wanna love you
And watch our babies grow
I may not be no millionaire
But I want you to know
I wanna be your Joe
Let me be your Joe

I just wanna love you
I just wanna be your man
I just wanna hold you
Love you with all that I am
I wanna be your Joe
Let me be your Joe

I wanna be your Joe

I am a Human

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When I was little, my cousins and I did not play Cowboys and Indians, Cops and Robbers, or any of the “normal” group games. We cast ourselves instead in the roles of magical creatures. Fairies, elves, dwarves, gnomes, trolls, dragons… the list goes on and on.

I remember one day my cousin Missy and I were starting one of those adventures. Missy decided, however, that to be acurately cast in a role, we had to fit the roll. So, when I proclaimed myself to be an elf–as always–she protested.

“You can’t be an elf!” she stated. “Elves are tall and skinny. You’re short!”

“Yeah, well you don’t look like a dragon, either!” is what I should have responded with. But back then I just took what she said as fact. She was my older cousin, after all.

Instead, I asked her what I could be. So we ran through the types. Elves are tall and thin; I wasn’t tall. Dwarves are short and stocky; I wasn’t stocky. Gnomes are short and thin but ugly so, while I fit the short and thin, I counted myself out. And so on.

“So, WHAT am I?!” I finally asked, in exasperation and desperation.

“I guess you’re just stuck being a human” she replied. And I cried. I didn’t want to be a human! I wanted to be a magical creature because those are so much cooler!

Nowadays, I still think back and think it’d be cool to be some sort of magical creature. But I still don’t fit any of the roles. I’m stuck with what I am: a human. And while I may not have magical abilities or super speed and agility or wings, I guess I’ve learned/accepted that being human isn’t that bad*.

However, I can’t wait until I have kids and can have these adventures with them! I’ll be the mommy so they won’t be able to tell me that I can’t be what I want to be!

*You could also say that I’ve just grown up and accepted my plight.


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