I found this little letter to be so pertinent, so powerful, and yet so prudent that it reaches places within us that may have grown callous over the years. It dares to make us stop, take note, and realize that maybe there's still some maturing that we have to do likewise. I find it amazing how easy it is to pawn our children off to their friends, hobbies, social media habits and lock them out of a real and meaningful family experience. We've become very proficient at everything else and numb to the rigors of raising and training our offspring. So, yeah there is a reason our society is going to hell in a hand basket and we, the parents, well we need to own it!
In our pace to make our lives so wonderful, exciting, have the big house, the expensive cars, keeping up with the Joneses we leave out our most valuable assets...our children! We don't have time to listen right now, can we talk about it a little later, talk to your mom, talk to your dad, they feel like a ping pong ball in a championship match. You think this is fair to them, you think this is easy for them? They need your attention and what do you do, smash them to the other side of the table. No wonder they turn to other influences, other surrogate parents, anybody who will listen and show them attention. That's all they want and, in many cases, that's all they need.
So, I wanted to share with those of you who genuinely might care about the thoughts of a child trying to say something to their parents who are too busy trying to make ends meet. See if you can find yourself in this child's plea to...say something!
Mom and Dad,
I’ve been carrying these words in my heart for a long time, unsure of how to say them out loud. So, I’m writing instead, hoping you’ll read this slowly and really hear what I’m trying to say.
There are moments when I feel like life moves so fast that we forget to truly listen to each other—not just with our ears, but with our hearts. I know you’ve always done your best for me, and I will never stop being grateful for the sacrifices you’ve made, the love you’ve given, and the foundation you built for my life. None of that goes unnoticed.
But sometimes, beneath the gratitude and love, there are feelings that don’t quite find a place to land. Thoughts I want to share. Emotions I don’t always know how to express. And in those moments, I just want to know that my voice matters—that I’m being heard, not dismissed, not brushed aside, but truly understood.
This isn’t about blame. It’s about closeness. It’s about wanting a deeper connection with you both—a space where we can speak honestly, listen fully, and meet each other with patience and compassion. I want us to grow together, even now, even when it’s hard, even when we don’t agree.
I love you more than I probably show. And I hope this message opens a door to real conversation—to listening, to healing, to understanding each other in ways that matter most.
Thank you for taking the time to hear my heart. It means more to me than I can put into words. You don't have to do more for me, I'm thankful for what you've already done. I don't want more stuff; I want you guys. Mom, dad, tell me I can't go with friends because we have a movie night planned. Tell me I can't go to the party across town so at least I know you care. I know you want me to grow up but I'm not as ready to handle the pressures of this world as I pretend. I hope you understand, underneath my childish, pouting, and selfish ways, I need you and I always will.
With all my love,
Your Son or Daughter
These are some seeds of life.
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