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Dearest Friend,
I just have to say it: I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. It's been too long.
I haven't been there for you and I can give you a million-and-one excuses as to why . . . but do you really want to hear about it now? I'm thinking it's too late.
I'm sure you don't want to hear about how busy I am a school: Teaching kids. Encouraging them to read. Wanting them to L.O.V.E. reading. Searching for books they will adore and recommend. Solving problems. Planning targeted interventions to meet the needs of struggling readers. Wanting more time for the students to write and blog. Laughing and learning together every day. Enjoying each and every student.
There are so many stories to tell, but why would you want to hear about them now?
I'm also loving being a mom. It's still crazy to say that. Yes, I'm a mom . . . of twins. It's the hardest job in the world, but the BEST! I wouldn't change it for anything. The joy and laughter these little ones bring me daily is mind blowing. I can't get enough of them. I could write about them all day, every day! But, you wouldn't know that, would you?
I can only say this one more time. I'm sorry.
Tomorrow is another day. A fresh start like a blank page in your book.
Thank you for your openness.
Your understanding that life can be busy.
Your willingness to listen again.
I promise to share my stories with you.
All my writing love,
Michelle
My writing journal . . . waiting to hold my stories. |
Perfect. The best part is it will always wait for you!
ReplyDeleteRuth
Makes me start thinking of other "i'm sorries" in my life...but writing is the best place to start
ReplyDeletePerfect--reminiscent of WCWilliams apology poem--you could make copy of it and give it to your friend, along with this letter! And that would mean, you've started sharing with your friend again!
ReplyDeleteYour "friend" will forgive you for not sharing today or even tomorrow. The day will come (I promise it does) when life slows down a bit. You have been doing a good job of keeping the rest of your SOL friends entertained.
ReplyDeleteElsie is right. I remember the days when my kids were little. It was a blur, exhausting. I could never do it again even if I tried. :)
ReplyDeleteI do wonder how you do all that you do, Michelle. This is beautifully written, & was a little mystery at the beginning. I really thought it was to an old 'human' friend you were writing. It's a lovely way to give yourself permission to set the priorities, which sometimes means not spending time with your friend.
ReplyDeleteTotally understand the crazy busy times. Your friend will be there whenever you are ready. Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteKatherine
I was snowed. I started to suspect, but didn't fully get it until I scrolled to the picture at the end. Initially I felt sorry for your sense of guilt, but I was charmed at the end. This was very well crafted!
ReplyDeleteI love Deb's take on it...now you have you first entry, you are back!!
ReplyDeleteAnd it won't hold a grudge!
ReplyDeleteYou kept me wondering. Fortunately journals are forgiving. May-be mine pouts sometimes, but only secretly.
ReplyDeleteTerje
P.S
I finished the report cards before Friday. Slicing has helped me with the writing but also made me more demanding of myself. I want the comments to sound right. If that makes sense.