I’m taking this blogging challenge day a bit differently than I would if it was a “letter to your best friend” or a “letter to your first teacher.” I just want to make my parents smile when they read this. I don’t want to make them think too hard or feel sad because I’ve grown up. I just want them to smile. So here’s my take on….a letter to my parents…
Dear Mom and Dad,
My name is Grace Lynne Fleming and I am your daughter. After two children, I came as a bit of a surprise….not only for you but I’m sure Nick and Donna as well.
I was born on January 30, 1989. It was cold and snowing in Connecticut and I went home in an aqua-colored snow suit, because you didn’t know if you were going to have a little boy or little girl….Mom wanted to make sure that no matter what I turned out to be…the color would be “appropriate” for either. (P.S. I owe it all to you, Dad, that my name isn’t Rose).
But we can’t go on until I mention how big I was. I was over 10 lbs of baby at birth…very mature for my age :). And it wasn’t just a midnight stroll for Mom….there were some complications after I had arrived but from I what I hear, my Grandmother was there (in spirit) to make sure Mom was okay.
Nick was home sick, worrying about Mom. I’m sure Donna was just biting the heads off of Barbies (or cutting their hair) trying to get his mind off of it. Sorry you two. What can I say? I like to make an entrance.
Apparently I said my first word, “da-da,” at 5 months. Apparently I had a knack for words from the very beginning.
I remember singing the Beach Boys in the backseat when I was a toddler. I still sing the Beach Boys in the backseat.
I’m an Aquarius. And that just means I’m weird. So….for almost 23 years you’ve dealt with weird or bizarre, like my hair. When I was born it was black. Then I decided that I should grow blonde hair, leaving my tips black and leaving you, Mom, getting yelled at by a crazy lady in a store thinking you died my hair.
My hands and feet are just like Dad’s and my eyes are green like Mom’s. And on any given day I show traces of both of you.
I came home to a room full of Minnie and Mickey and now I’m in a room you two surprised me with on my 22nd birthday – painted in baby blues and grays because I wanted something mellow, something chill.
I used to love Betty Spaghetti and Polly Pockets. Now I have a blog to play with.
I’ve never liked cartoons but I always liked Barney. Now I’m a sucker for reality TV.
For the first few years of my life I was practically a vegan, until Dad got too worried about my variety of eating. I learned that tuna wasn’t really chicken in my 2nd grade science class. I had my first burger when I was in 4th grade.
I’ve always loved school. I’ve always loved my home. I’ve always loved traveling and taking pictures of where we’ve been.
I’m graduating now. From college. At the top of my class.
Dear Mom and Dad,
It’s all your fault I’m me.
So thanks because I kinda, really like me.
And I kinda, really love you…bunches.
Grace, your daughter.