Wednesday, August 22, 2007


Dear Mom,

I don't know if I ever read my Nancy Drew books out loud to you whenever I hit a particularly gripping paragraph and was sure I had cracked the case, but I if I did, I apologize from the bottom of my heart.

And for every time I rolled my eyes at you, I should get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness.

And every time I was a Ms. Snotty McSmartypants, probably as recently as last week? Yeah, I'm sorry for all those times too.

And for every mess I made and didn't clean up? I'm being repaid in spades, including this afternoon when someone left a trail of pineapple juice on my clean kitchen floor. So I'm real sorry for all those times.

And thanks for not grounding me for life or possibly even taking a hit out on me for all of the above, plus more.

Because I TOTALLY get it now. Really, I do. And if your older granddaughter makes it to her ninth birthday in a month, it will be a miracle.

Love, #1

P.S. If my three younger siblings are reading this, you SO should be thanking Mom too, because I'm confident I wasn't alone in my reign of terror as a kid. In fact, I'm sure you were all worse than me. (Especially you, Mr. Flushes Fruit Down Toilets. Or should I call you Mr. Throws Magnets At Random Shit And Breaks A Window In The Process? Luckily, I think the Ph.D. you're working on cancels out at least half the stuff you did by the time you were six, so you're still one of Mom's four favorite kids.)


Josie said...


I think everyone who has kids should eventually write a letter like that to their mother.

I know I've apologized to my mother numerous times.

Flutterby said...

Who do you apologize to when you raised yourself? I am waiting for letters from my sister and brother now... lol.