It’s one of those days where I’m feeling a little melancholy. No, that’s not the word…pensive maybe? No…nostalgic. That’s it.
Like most in our culture, I too-often run through my life so fast that I don’t take time to see what’s really going on around me. I’ve spent the last few years working on making this different, and I feel like I’ve recently reached a new level of “enlightenment” (for lack of a better term). You might call it a mid-life-crisis or just waking up. Whatever you call it, it’s a place where I know – and I mean viscerally feel – that we only get one life. And I want to live it to the fullest. I want to be with each moment, be it good or bad. I want to experience it all. I want to be engaged and an active participant.
Earlier this month, I went to Georgia for a visit with my 85-year old grandmother. It was a “I-know-I’m-making-memories-I’ll-never-forget” kind of trip. I flew into Atlanta and took the MARTA up to my sister’s house for the night, then got up the next morning for the short drive south to West Point, Georgia – the multi-generational hub of my mother’s family. Unlike most trips to visit family, I went alone. I met my grandmother, mom, aunt, niece and cousin there. It was a girls-weekend like I’d never had before. This weekend was about being together and recognizing that we are all a part of something bigger than ourselves; a part of a very special, very loving, very nurturing and long-surviving family.
My grandmother (Nanny) can trace both sides of my mom’s family back many generations. Growing up, I had many special times with my Nanny looking through old photos, reading letters, thumbing through various “family bibles” (where important documents were kept in many families a long time ago, and in old-fashioned homes even today). Nanny would show me all the silver and china that has been collected over the generations from family and tell me about who owned them and how they were part of our family tapestry. These pieces always appeared at family meals, a testament to those who came before us. It’s always been so meaningful to me to think of those people – long gone, but somehow with us in this way. At my home in Seattle today, I love to bring out pieces that have been passed down to me and use them whenever I can. In addition to being taught about the history of my family in Nanny’s home, she has spent time over the years showing me places in West Point and the surrounding areas that are important in our family history. Homes, churches, plots of land and historical landmarks like Fort Tyler.
But this time was different. I think because I am at a place in my life where I “get it.” I get that I have this long history, and I get that it is much bigger than me – or any individual for that matter. In a big way, our family is our mark on the world. It is how we share what we know and who we are, and pass it down. It is our true legacy and our real chance at immortality.
I had the truly unforgettable opportunity while in West Point to spend some one-on-one time with Nanny, asking her about her experiences in life – she shared things I had never known before. It was such a treasure to see the light in her eyes and to know that the memories she made 65 years ago are still bright and alive in her.
And how do these memories get made and last an entire lifetime? Memories cannot be made when you are not present. If you wonder when you are living in the moment, just ask – do I remember details about what happened in the last hour (other than e-mails and texts and tweets)? If you don’t, you’re not in the moment! And, I’ve realized that I won’t have any memories if I am not intentional about being there – wherever there is.
This trip to West Point has reconnected me to my family and life in a renewed way. I realize that in order to move intentionally and fully forward with my future, this includes embracing and remembering my roots. To do this more fully, I’ve decided to make several visits back to West Point over the next year to write Nanny’s life story. And through her, see what more I can be experiencing, learning and loving in my own life.
Nanny – and those before her – have given me a legacy I am proud to be a part of. It includes kindness and compassion. It includes doing things for others before yourself. It includes connection and community and laughter and gratitude and joy. I am so happy to be a part of this legacy and to be able to own it, add to it and continue it in my own way.
Thank you to Nanny and to all my family, who I love dearly and would not be “me” without. Life is precious.