Family
Dear Mama
Dear Mama, We have a different type of bond and this might sound weird but sometimes I think I like it. I’ve never told you this but most times it feels more like you're the little big sister I will never have. I’m so tickled typing this because our relationship has always been up and down. I can see you now rolling your eyes at me while looking over your glasses if you were actually reading this. I thought it would be healthy and amusing to write you a letter like I used to when I was a kid and would slide it under your door.
By Beauty4 years ago in Confessions
Infrangible Bond
The bond between a mother and her child is indestructible, a force like no other. A mother's goal in life is to nurture, guide, and give to her children what she did not have so that her children will live long and happy lives. And we know this because Mother Nature offers us delicious and healthy food, refreshing water, and trees that purify our air to breathe. That is why mothers spend countless hours preparing the delicious and healthy food we eat at home after long enduring days of school. Or the refreshing drinks she prepares for us after pretending to be famed adventurers in the Congos, on a hot summer day. Or how she spends hours disinfecting the bathroom floor to prevent fungus from growing so we have a clean lung. It is no mystery as to why a mother will go out of her way to do everything possible to make sure that we are back home safely at the end of the day, for the same reason that Momma Bear will go berserk on anyone imposing a threat to her cubs. But when the sun sets and the moon arise did she ever hear a thank you? Did she ever hear a thank you for waking up at six am to make sure there was lunch for us for school? Because to us it was all routine and expected and taken for granted. But as time passed, we grew and we learned that being a mother isn't as easy as it was expected like how you were there for us when we were feeling down but we never really knew if you were feeling upset about something. All our life you've been teaching us to do good and to bring kindness to others. And I know I will be beyond devastated and it hurts to think such thoughts and can only wish to prevent the day you leave this Earth. Because you are the greatest mother that can ever exist and I cannot express how thankful I am. For ages, you've told us that we don't keep secrets in this family and thus I have failed you for I have kept several secrets but I fear what your reaction to them will be, but now is the time. Since my earliest memory, I have always felt that I have been more feminine than most boys. Naturally, I have also felt gravitated toward female-targeted toys such as the Peppa Pig doll house I asked for Christmas a long time ago, or the pink Nintendo switch case that I wanted to buy with my birthday money. Perhaps my biggest confession is that I have secretly been buying skirts and women's clothing. My only request is that you take this well and I hope that you can support me, if you have yet to put the links together, yes, I am indeed transgender and there's nothing more I want than for you to see me like you my sister, to call her over whenever you find a cute purse, or how you always pick out the feminine accessories for her, but I shall not let that bring me down because I know that at the end of the day you still care for me equally as much as you do for her. I feel it is necessary to explain that behind your back I have been living a double life and even though you hate secrets I chose to keep them for years. There's nothing more that I would like to say than after everything you've done for me if you can if I can ask for you to address me as Isabelle and to accept me as your youngest daughter and after everything you've done for us, I hope you can continue loving me as you do now because the bond between the mother and her child is unbreakable. I love you with all my heart, you are the best mother one can ask for.
By Isabelle Bee4 years ago in Confessions
Anything At All
Dear Mom, Mother’s Day came early this year. I had nothing planned at all. I’ve been living the life of an entertainer. I live the way my father lived when you were married to him: traveling, sleeping, eating, working late, and calling you hardly at all.
By Lucia Joyce4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom, How Are You?
My dear mother, Feelings cannot be expressed in words. Yet I wrote a little letter to you. I miss you so much. I have never been able to say a word to you. You are far away now. I haven't seen you for a long time. I do not know if you can read it? I remember having a road accident when I was thirteen. I was nearly dead then. I needed a lot of money for my treatment. But there was not enough money. Dad didn't work properly.
By Mehedi Hasan Shawon4 years ago in Confessions
What I Never Told You
We as adults can attribute most of who we have become to our parents. One parent, in particular, makes a big impact on us while we grow up. Sometimes they know just how much influence they have had on you and other times they don't, that is unless you spell it out for them. That person tends to be the one who was either absent from your life (for those in single-parent households) or the one that was there for everything (can be for either single-parent or two-parent households). Or in my case where I lived in a couple of households, thank you adoption system...
By Valerie Myers4 years ago in Confessions
Home
Dear Mom, Cat Stevens played through my headphones as I walked the streets of Heredia. I felt tough today, hard, a toothpick hanging from my mouth. All I could think about was him. I suppose I thought about the pain too. I didn’t want to look at the men that watched as I passed by.
By Whitney Hamm4 years ago in Confessions
The Unprotected
The people who were supposed to protect me in life were the ones I feared the most. So when I say I need some time to trust, know that it’s not you, it’s me. I've been let down more times than I can count by the people who “love” me. I’ve been told to smile in public but behind closed doors, I sobbed. I was number one in their hearts, at least to the family but public enemy number one once I got home.
By Tamera Tate4 years ago in Confessions
