{the.wednesday.whistle}

dear Mikki and Katie….

parenting is an easy job. i mean….all i have to do is keep you alive.

and then there is some stuff in between…like teaching you right from wrong, make you eat your vegetables, drink your milk, take a bath, fill you emotionally, pay your school lunch bill, make sure you do your homework, encourage you to hang out with a good crowd, cloth you, inspire independent thinking, motivate you intellectually, limit sugar and promote physical activity, give hugs and kisses when you get boo boo’s big and small, model appropriate and positive behavior,  and  keep you from dating…ever…and lots more stuff.

see i told you it was easy.

well, as i have said countless times already, i am going to mess up. sometimes badly. these unintentional scars on your childhood have the potential to create and become a suitcase of emotional baggage. of course, it is my hope as a parent that any damage i cause personally can easily be patched with a Band-aid conversation in which i tell you what i did was wrong, and that you not only understand that i was wrong, but also forgive me, and give me a hug after. but if i can’t make it all better with a sincere apology and a kiss on the cheek, you may develop some {hopefully not too many} hang-ups along the way. i have some from my childhood. my parents were great, and perhaps these permanent blemishes are impossible to avoid. girls, after i release you to the world that owns you, remember not to trip over your childhood hang ups, or use them as an excuse to not live up to your unlimited potential.

all my love darlings,

p.s. daily mantra: ” i’m sorry to say so but, it’s true. the hang ups and bang ups can happen to you.” {dr.seuss}