Dear Mum There is a secret that you never knew about me. Ironically, the secret is this: I was aware of your closely guarded secrets long before you passed away. Two of your biggest secrets, anyway (God knows how many there really are).
Not your story
Hi Mum, I know I never told you this before, but I love you. I really do! I know that I let you down and distanced myself from you and the family all those years ago; and I know that my absence hurt you a great deal, but it was never actually about 'you' at all. It never was.
When I was Little...
"Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but... when I was little; this was the night I secretly wished you were more like the monster we could create in our head then the monster we could clearly see."
Dear Mum, I have a confession to make; you know that hole by my bedroom, the one I told you I put my hand through when I tripped? It was believable because of how weak leaky gutters had made some of the walls? It was only half true. I didn’t trip. I was angry, so angry that I punched through the wall. I can't recall what had made me so angry, but I know I saw red for a moment. Boom! There was a hole in the wall, and I needed to develop a story to cover it. I remember no one was home, no witnesses, so there was only my word. And I’m sorry to admit my word was a lie. I had never been your angry child. I would like to say this was the first time my frustration took a physical turn, but it wasn’t.
Not a Virgin
My Dearest Mother, I have always been known as a kind, sweet, and “couldn’t hurt a fly” type of child. I think I was, but as I grew into a young lady, I started to become who I really was, and this “sweet” description did not quite fit. The expectations of your society, of your world were important to you, and I respect that, but they did not completely reflect who I was and am. I never fought the expectations front and center. I fought them in hiding, and so, I kept many things from you.
Mom. A secret is something not known or seen, or something that isn't meant to be known or seen by others. It is something that is hidden from someone else, on purpose, for malicious purposes or protection. Malicious like the few times land was promised to Dad, but then sold to another without his knowledge. Protection like when you didn't tell your friend her swimsuit was see through in hopes to spare her feelings when you were young. I think that my secret isn't malicious but not fully for protection. My secret is because of embarrassment and understanding as I am now a mother like you.
Dear Mom, A confession is probably in order. Our lack of communication and affection seems to continuously tear at the fabric of our relationship, and I have searched deeply for the root of my discontent. But I confess, I am afraid of you. I have always been afraid of you.
Summer in Harlem
Summer came and went, and I think the only rule left standing was rule number four, because of the obvious loopholes, I was practically an outlaw.
A Letter To My Mom That Will Never Get To Send Out In This Lifetime
Dear Mom, How're you in the place called Heaven there? It has been ten months now since you're gone. Leaving us here on earth and have joined dad that has been waiting for you for the past 15 years in heaven.
My Mother's Day Confession's
Dear mom, Firstly I would like to say how much I love you, I love you to the moon and back and there is nothing that I wouldn't do for you. I am writing you this letter to say HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY and I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! Yet, I have a few things that I need to confess to you.
I'm Not A Writer
Last night, I was scrolling down my social media when an advertisement for Vocal caught my attention. There was a picture of the eye of a dragon and underneath read, "The Fantasy Prologue challenge. Grand prize: $10,000"
Mother's Day Submission
“Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but…” You’ve been my mommy for 30 years now. You have watched me go through so much and you’ve always been one phone call away, no matter how far away I may be. I’ve depended on you many times with all my thoughts and wishes, all my fears and heartache. Yet there is one thing that I have never told you.