A confession: This is not the first letter I’ve written to my mom this year. Of course it isn’t. I’ve always sent her snail mail, and to assume I would hold off for nearly a year for a single letter is absurd. But it was time to share one of my letters to my mom, so here it is.
I suppose mothers are supposed to be their kids’ biggest fans, and mine isn’t an exception to this rule. She has supported me in just about anything I’ve wanted to do in my life, and she’s embraced my interests wholeheartedly, not least of which is letter writing. In fact, when I was a kid, I had so many pen pals that I was given a stamp allowance. That is, a portion of my allowance was given to me in stamps, and at Christmas, I received stamps in my stocking. Though I don’t receive letters often from my mom as much anymore (we’re much more likely to talk on the phone), she does send the occasional care package with articles she’s torn from magazines, cut-out words I can use in collages and, yes, the occasional pack of fun stamps. Let’s just say she knows what kinds of things make me happy.
My mom and I took a six-day road trip in late August, so I saw her not so very long ago, but there was still a lot to write about, especially because I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to write to her since being home again. I told her about all the conferences I’ve been at in the last few weeks and my plans to attend another one in November (which is crazy given the fact that I’m also going to try to write a novel next month as well). Since I last saw my mom, we made plans for the holiday seasons, so I shared details on what we’re doing then as well. Basically, I gave her the skinny on all those nitty-gritty details that moms like to know. Most importantly, though, is the fact that I finally took the time to write a long letter to her. It’s been too long.