Childhood
Three things to say; Rhetorical Questions to follow
Mother: (verb) To bring up (a child) with care and affection. Dated: To give birth to. To the woman who delivered me, perhaps you carried me in your womb for nine months. That is the only courtesy that you have given me in truth. I confess, you had me fooled; I believed that the stories you would read to me, the times we would spend together were precious. However, as I have grown, I have learned that they were merely a means to an end. You are the only one who doesn’t know this confession, it’s the world’s worst kept secret.
By Crystal Ayers4 years ago in Confessions
It's Mother's Day
Dear Mom, Dear Mother, Dear Laura, Hi, It's been nearly five years since we have talked. I've re-written this letter probably a hundred times over during these years, yet it always seems to fall short. But it's Mother's Day, so here goes nothing.
By Indigo Wolfe4 years ago in Confessions
Momma, I remember the night I found out Santa isn't real...
Momma, Remember when I was 12 and we were spending Christmas Eve night/ Christmas morning at Nana & Pop’s house? It was late Christmas Eve night and we had finished all of our Christmas Eve festivities. Me, you, sister, grandparents were slowly, holiday-cheerfully bringing the night to an end and getting ready for bed (for Santa to come!). All that was left to do was to wait for Santa to arrive.
By Corinn 4 years ago in Confessions
Rewarded Handsomely
"Maman, just read one more chapter, and you will be rewarded handsomely." Probably my best line, and it wasn't really mine - I'd borrowed from a cartoon rendition of a Hans Christian Anderson tale. It worked - you read a bit more. We often laugh about that memory, but something I never told you is that I am still waiting for the day where I can reward you as handsomely as you deserve. We have the sort of relationship where I can tell you almost anything, and I am grateful for the secrets we already share, the lack of immediate or recent confession options. I'm struck by the pleasant thought that if I had a daughter, I'd want us to relate in the way you and I do.
By Sofie Q4 years ago in Confessions
The truth is in bold
Dear mom, there’s a thing or two that I haven’t told you. You may be thinking that I lied about my first kiss, or how many Saturdays I spent in the safety of Amy’s bedroom, and in that case, you wouldn’t be wrong, but I’m not writing this to confess any lies. I know you believe you know me from the inside out. You would say you know me better than I know myself.
By spirit 4 years ago in Confessions
I didn't understand. I just felt lonely.
Dear Mom, We haven’t spoken in a while, save for the short voice messages you would sometimes leave me during moments of clarity. A part of me closes up each time I press “play” and hear your voice. In all honesty, it’s not because I resent you or the sound of your voice—I just don’t know how to sort it with the memory I have of you.
By S.R. Var4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions to My Mom
Dear Mom, I don't really know where to begin. Last year, you told me about your neighbor's anger that her mother had sold you her house. You described, in detail, the tears coming down the woman's face as she saw her inheritance turned over to a stranger. You told me you didn't want me living in that resentment. You didn't want me spreading stories of your betrayal to whoever you sold the house to. "I don't want anything like that between us," you said, "you'll tell me if you have a problem, right?" And I told you I would. But, like I said... I don't know where to begin.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mother, Don't Kill Me
Hey Mom, Remember when I said we had no secrets. Well that may not be entirely true. I honestly have too long of a list of secrets. It wasn’t always that way but let’s face it, I couldn’t stay the nerdy bookworm forever especially living where we did.
By Desiree Wetz4 years ago in Confessions
