One of my favorite quotes comes from the movie Babe, which tells the story of a sweet pig that learns to herd sheep. The pig’s unconventional method was to politely ask the sheep to move this way and that instead of barking orders at them, like those demanding dogs. Impressed by his pig’s unusual yet highly effective technique, his owner starts to wonder if his pig could be entered into a sheepherding competition typically reserved for border collies. It was a radical idea. Yet, as the narrator tells us:
“Farmer Hoggett knew that little ideas that tickled and nagged and refused to go away should never be ignored, for in them lie the seeds of destiny.”
This blog is one of those ideas that has tickled and nagged. I thought it would be fun to devote one full year to acting more like my mother, Alice Flynn. I would learn to sew throw pillows, refinish furniture, make grape jelly from scratch, and see the best in everyone (or at least try to). I tried to launch it once before, on Mother’s Day in 2014. At the time my mother was lukewarm to the endeavor.
Truth be told, I was disappointed by her reaction. I thought she might well up with tears of joy. Instead I think she said something like, “I don’t know about this. Wait a minute. What’s this all about? I’m not so sure …” I took the mature road and said something like, “That’s fine. We can forget about it,” channeling my 15-year-old former self. I must admit there was some relief, too. Now I didn’t have to actually do the work.
But the blog idea kept tickling and nagging. And then I discovered an old email from my brother. Tommy happened to be there the day I introduced My Year of Living Alicely to my mother. He followed up later to encourage me to stick with it. He thought my mother would like the blog, eventually. She just didn’t understand it yet. She didn’t want it to go “viral.” My brother knew all about SEOs (search engine optimization) and other tricks to maximize readership. Tommy always thought like an entrepreneur. He was a schemer, and a dreamer.
One year ago, on Dec. 4, 2014, my brother Tommy died in a tragic accident. He was 40 years old. As a family we will never quite be the same. While it may sound naive, and I almost stopped myself from typing this, I never fully grasped the finality of death, until now.
One thing I do know for certain is that Tommy thought this blog was a good idea. And I think he’s right that my mother will warm up to it. We shall soon see. It is the new year, time to pursue those ideas that tickle and nag in all of us. So here we go. Stay tuned.
10 thoughts on “Let’s try this again”
Susan this has brought tears to my eyes as I reflect upon the loss of your brother and the fond memories I have of your mother on Prudence Island. You are an amazing writer and I can’t wait to read more. I will pick you fresh grapes from Prudence to make that first batch of grape jelly!
Thanks Christine! I will take you up on the offer for the grapes. And we need to make breakfast on the beach, too, so that may have to be at Prudence.
Off to a great start! Cannot wait to read more. 🙂
Looking forward to reading about your adventures trying new things!
What a great way to start a new year, honoring your relationship with your Mother. This should be a lot of fun for you both. Enjoy her company and knowledge. Fun, fun, fun!!! Happy New year to you and Alice. Margo
Susan this is wonderful! You remind me of mom in so many ways. You both have such passionate spirits, when struck with a creative idea you run with it! I have always admired that in both of you. It will be fun to see where this brings us all.
Susan! This is great! I am so happy that you did decide to do this because I know you will be good at it. Good Luck on this new endeavor 🙂
This is so full of heart…and such a great idea. Will resonate with many!
You made the right decision to move forward with this project…truly inspiring.
Thanks Beth so much for the encouragement. Please keep reading.