I’m writing you this letter because I want you and my son to hold me accountable. I want my values in black and white, and I want to them to haunt me, should I falter. I write this as a reminder to myself of what was most important and helpful to me when I was first a daughter-in-law.
It was a few years back at one of my first speaking engagements. The church was small, and I had to borrow a projector to take with me because they didn’t have one. I don’t remember much else about the talk I gave, but clear as day I remember an older man approaching me afterward. What he said confused me at the time, and I’d like to believe he didn’t realize what he was implying, or that it would make me feel about 2 inches tall.
He told me how inspiring my talk was, and that he was glad I came. But then his voice dropped a little so Adam, my husband, wouldn’t hear.