One of my ten year-old sons--can't say which ten year-old son for fear of embarrassing him and blowing his cover--loves to write. Journal entries, stories, anything with words he loves and he's developed an endearing habit of leaving me notes.
He'll write me a letter then fold it up in some creative origami way and leave it for me to find: under my pillow, by my bedside, tucked in a book, all over the house. Sometimes with a piece of precious candy from his treasured Halloween/Easter/Valentine's Day stash but he leaves it somewhere then sits back and waits for me to make the discovery.
I can't tell you everything that's in them, that would be cheating, but the one I found this week was one of my favorites. I'll post a quick excerpt (and remember whose spelling I'm using):
Anyone out there with an all-seeying eye? Just curious. I thought that was my mother. And I'm glad to hear that my final grade isn't riding on the video games issue.
I'm keeping this to pull out on days when he's not as happy with me or when I'm not as happy with him--these things get you through the less pleasant parts of parenting and makes me remember why I wanted to be a mom.
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