Family

The Truth And Nothing But The Truth
Dear step-mother, Oh boy, just that title alone would have seen the back of my thighs black and blue for days. Hence why it has taken me this long to admit, I have a confession to make, although I never had any intention of confessing my crime. Not sure why, because I’ve been punished for it a thousand times over, albeit without any proof it was even me.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Confessions
Mama Bird
Dear Mama, Happy Mother's Day! I'll start this letter off how I did with all of the homemade cards I gave you growing up, "You are the greatest mom in the whole wide world, and I love you with all of my heart!". You have always been my best friend and I wouldn't have it any other way. I've told you almost everything about my life; I never felt like I had to hide anything from you. In fact, you were often the first person I would come to when I had news about my life, good or bad. Whenever I'm struggling with anything or am feeling down, I always come to you. Your voice still calms and soothes me like it did when I was a child. When the world feels too cold to survive, your hugs fill me with warmth and the courage to keep going. If I was a snowman I'd melt in your arms. I swear you are the sun and the only thing that keeps this solar system from falling apart. Even though we have such a close relationship, you may read a few things in this letter that come as a surprise.
By S4 years ago in Confessions
Miraculous Trajectory
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but there's a story behind that yellow piece of tape on Marie's bumper. I promised not to say anything less it be on my grave as we all know it would send shivers down your spine to know just what happened the day the tape was placed there. Marie and her baby Kylie are just fine and have lived to tell the tale, though, I don't believe I feel incredibly safe near Lee anymore!
By Mist Memories4 years ago in Confessions
Mothers in Law
We drove home in the late afternoon slanting sunshine of that March day, after a long and arduous birth that spanned from the previous afternoon. It was a turning of season in every way as the snowbanks receded on lawns and the breeze carried promises of warmer days. I was now somebody's mother. We arrived to a full house which smelled of homemade lasagna and garlic bread, the language of love. I remember her teary gasp as she laid eyes on her first granddaughter; her son's first-born child, for the first time. I was elated, exhausted and sore. I somehow managed to escape the excitement by sneaking upstairs to sleep off the whirlwind event that had just taken place inside my body. Hours later, the door to the bedroom creaked open and my husband brought in our daughter. Shadows of my world against a hallway of light, such a beautiful moment, and yet my eyes could only focus on that small, pastel, plastic soother that had been introduced to her while I slept. I recalled the midwives talking about nipple confusion, and the importance of getting nursing right. I glared at the soother, angry. I thought up all these wicked scenarios that my baby had been downstairs crying for me, needing me, and that man-made thing had been shoved in her face instead. How silly, now when I recall that memory. She nursed like a champ anyhow, and so the entire issue was moot. In fact, she continued to nurse exclusively for thirteen beautiful months until transitioning to a bottle, and then cup, and now stands nearly as tall as me at thirteen years old. She thrived. She was perfect in every way, and continues to amaze me every day still. But sometimes I recall that moment when I'm in the shower, or walking the dogs, and feel guilt at how I'd reacted, how I internalized such a trivial non-issue as if I'd been wronged, or worse, undermined, in my first hours of motherhood. How easy it was for me to accuse my mother-in-law of this crime. In my head anyway, I can't even recall if I had said any of these things aloud. Not to my mother-in-law, I would never. But I likely didn't even vocalize it to my husband either. And yet the memory burns sometimes. Silly, trivial, and such a waste of my time.
By Christina Hunter4 years ago in Confessions
You ruined me...
Dear Mom, I love you, but you ruined me. You and dad forced me to become an adult when I was just nine years old. I know you didn't necessarily think that's what you were doing. You thought you were saving my soul when you pulled me out of public school, deciding to homeschool me. You called yourself my teacher, but you weren't. I taught myself from the textbooks we managed to scrounge up, most of which were painfully outdated - I think the most recent one was at least ten or fifteen years old.
By D’radia Odinsdottir4 years ago in Confessions
Your prescription is ready.
I’ve got a prescription waiting to be picked up. I forgot the name. It’s not importantanyways. They’re for depression. When you think about it why is that the first thing that doctors prescribe? A pill. Not everyone want to start with a pill. What if I just wanted to talk? Really I think that’s all I need. I don’t want to take something. I don’t want to feel different. I really don’t want to be made to feel crazy either. In fact, I’m know I’m not crazy. I lost my brother almost 6 months ago to the day.
By Chelsea Winona4 years ago in Confessions
A Mother's Day Gift: an Apology, a Confession, and a Thank You
It's that special time of year again when we celebrate motherhood. I didn't send you anything this year - neither of us have ever been invested in material things - so I hope that's ok. Instead, I've decided to gift you something else this year: an apology, a confession, and a thank you.
By J. R. Lowe4 years ago in Confessions
Hey Mom, I’m Sorry and I Forgive You
Hey Mom. There’s some things I want to get off my chest. Things we’ve never really talked about. And sometimes, I wonder if they plague your mind like they do mine. It’s no secret we had a volatile relationship while I was growing up. But the relationship between a parent and a child is odd, ya know? No matter how much we hurt each other other, we just can’t let go. I felt wronged by you in so many ways. Because I was a teenager and I knew everything, right? There was no way you could have understood anything.
By Tiffany Fairfield4 years ago in Confessions
The Birthday Chicken. Second Place in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Dear Mom, we’ve now come upon another Mother’s Day. Let’s do something differently this year, okay? They say confession is good for the soul. There’s been books written on the subjects, religions based on this principle. I don’t know how true this is, but I want to try. Honestly, I have to. I can’t go on like this forever.
By Spencer Reaves4 years ago in Confessions
Hey Daddy!
Daddy... You've given e the courage and strength to move forward, make a change in my life and do what was right for me. To live my own life and not feel like I'm going out of control from one moment to the next, which is why I wrote this letter.
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom, I see you.
Dear Mom, I doubt you'll ever read this. But that is okay. We have always had a tumultuous relationship and I know that it's nothing personal. I remember being a teenager, so nervous to first share my writing with you. It was full of so much raw emotion, so much angst, so much more than you were either ready or wanting to see. You asked me why I couldn't write about happier things. At the time it felt like an insult, but I understand it now.
By Kari Anne4 years ago in Confessions
My confessions to my MOM!!
Dear Mom, Today is Mother's Day, and I want you to know that you are my superhero. First and foremost, Happy Mother's Day to the most lovely mother on the planet. I've often considered declaring my love to you and thanking you, but I haven't done so in these many years. Today, I want to use this time to bend my head and thank you for many things, as well as express my love for you, mum!!
By Preethi Siva4 years ago in Confessions