Open Letters:

From Me to Some of Everyone

Tag: son

In an open letter to her son,

“I didn’t mean to offend you by calling you a food snob. It’s just that I don’t know that many ten year olds who vastly prefer homemade bread to store bought. I was charmed when you said that the only thing store bought bread is good for are peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. You followed […]

In an open letter to her son,

“Was that remark about the spaghetti being ‘too slippery’ an underhanded remark about how I failed to achieve al dente?”

In an open letter to her son,

“I am glad that you are reading, but when you read aloud, it makes it virtually impossible for me to read. It’s frustrating!”

In an open letter to her son,

“I’m so lucky to have you for a son. You make me a better person than I would be otherwise; I’m sure of this. So, thank you for being who you are and all that you are. I love you, and Happy Birthday.”

In an open letter to her son,

“Thanks for reminding me, every once in a while, that ornery is a fantastic word.”

In an open letter to her son,

“Watching the way that you use the television fascinates me. I notice that you often turn on the subtitles. Also, I notice that you stop various frames in a movie you’ve become smitten with in order to draw scenes from them. Your mind intrigues me.”

In an open letter to her son,

“I love your age right now. You’re old enough to be able to handle somewhat sophisticated requests, yet young enough that you don’t know to hide in your room when I have the glint of a new project in mind. One day you will both groan and laugh at the things to which I made […]

In an open letter to Scholastic Book Club

“You are not making it easy to order the SpongeBob books that my son wants. I have been at this for far too long. If child pride weren’t involved, I’d have stopped trying several minutes ago.”

In an open letter to her son

“…I found myself disarmed when in a game of Sequence you referred to the King of Clubs as the King of Trees. I wanted to gobble you up….”

In an open letter to her son

“My favorite thing that you did this morning was to tell me that my cereal looked like dog food. That was funny enough, but when you made sure to let me know that you weren’t trying to be mean, and that it just looked that way to you–icing on the cake. Gravy on the dog […]