Dear Son,
I am traveling to Japan today and you have been on my mind. The significance of my trip is big. I’m celebrating my 50th birthday this summer and I am taking a bucket-list trip to Japan with your aunt. I loathe that expression — bucket list. It feels trite or like some silly meme, but I suppose it’s the human condition to have things in this lifetime that you want to see or accomplish. Life goals, amirite? On our drive to the airport, we had a conversation about you. We both agreed that we each have a connection and big love for you and the incredible person you are. I always like to write you and your sister letters to commemorate each birthday, and it’s crazy to me that you’re seventeen. I was looking at a picture of you and your sister that was taken about four years ago...and I was struck by how much you have changed. Dude! You were almost unrecognizable in the photo — you were just a little guy, but now you hold the distinction of being the tallest person in our family. It’s all kinds of awesome.
Dressed up for lunch with Poppa. 2011 |
G's college graduation. May 2018 |
[obligatory Flashdance reference] 'Just a steel town dog on a Saturday night...' |
All of that coincided with an invitation for you to join The Caverns. They are a fun band with a big local following, and it’s so awesome that you’re getting paid for gigs now. You have been diligently saving Christmas and birthday money towards buying a car, so it’s neat that you’re earning money playing in a band as well. And, if you weren’t already motivated or busy enough as it is...you landed your first real job as a skate shop last week. Taking names and kicking ass.
The Caverns at Figueroa Mountain Brewery |
Grammy Camp 2018 This photo hadn't happened when I originally wrote this letter...but it's my blog and I can take time-travel liberties if I want to. |
Always,
Momma