Parenting 101 is a series about my journey in parenting. It documents all the highs and lows of our life showing parents everywhere they are not alone in the crazy world of raising kids.
So this parenting thing…it’s hard. I don’t think I really knew just how much of a crazy adventure parenting was going to be. The highest of highs and the lowest of lows. And just when I thought I was getting the hang of it, another parenting curveball gets thrown at my face.
Whenever those parenting twists and turns come at me, I really try to remember how I was at my kids ages. How I reacted to the things my parents did and how they reacted to all the things I did.
So when I found a love letter to my daughter in all of her stuff, I tried my best to not overreact. That’s right…first love letter. And a love letter that she’s been holding onto for a good few months without me knowing. I feel like I’m stumbling into uncharted territory with K. Because while I had crushes when I was in Elementary school, I believe most of them were with kid actors. And I’m pretty sure I never actually said “I love you” until I was in my teen years. Still to young but definitely older than 10.
But here I am…finding love letters from a boy to my much to young daughter.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO 😯
Listen..here’s the thing. She has no idea I found the notes. I wasn’t snooping, per se. I was forced to wash her backpack and being the nice mom I am, I emptied it first. And when I found the wads of paper, I assumed they were trash. But I double checked just in case. And that’s how I found the love notes. I really want to respect her privacy but I also want to talk to her about this because “love” is such a big deal. Because the note didn’t just say “Hey. I like you.” Nope. It said ” I love you” multiple times.
I want my daughter to grow up knowing that people will tell her they love her for many reasons. Some will be because they think they do, some will be because they really do. And other times, love can be used as a weapon. Love is a beautiful thing but it is also very complicated.
So I’m at this point where I have to find some way to talk to her and say all the right things without her knowing I read the letters. And without scaring her off. Because it is a big, scary subject. Especially when no one really knows what love is. Love means different things to different people. And can we just go back to the fact that she’s 10 and she has to stay my sweet, innocent, little girl forever.
And this is why I drink All. The. Wine.