Posted Oct 6 2010, 1:00 pm in Miscellany
Yesterday on Twitter, there was a lot of chirp about love letters. Tweep Lola Sharp (she of the awesome shoes) said this:
There is nothing more romantic than a handwritten love letter from someone you love. *swoon*
That got me thinking. The best love letters I’ve ever received came from son #1 (which indicates birth order, not preference *grins*). With his permission, some blackmail negotiating, I am sharing them here, complete with naked baby pictures to make the embarrassment complete.
Before we get to the good stuff, let me warn you now… my son and I like to tease each other, often mercilessly. You may find it amusing to also follow him, @robblount, as well as me on Twitter.
*clears throat*
Dear Mom,
I just want to thank you for all the wonderful things you do and all the things you have given me through the years… like my crappy handwriting. But more importantly, you’ve helped me to be strong. I’m 18 now but six years ago, I honestly didn’t know if I’d make it this long. But I have and it’s because of you. So I thank you again. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. Love ya.
*wipes tears from eyes* Here, he refers to a dark time in his life when he was bullied.
This one was from the year prior:
Mom, you are the greatest life form on this planet. (*I already knew this, of course, but it was nice to hear.*) You have made me what I am. You have given me so much. I thank you for everything…
Dear Rob,
The day I ‘met’ you was the happiest I’ve ever been. You have been a source of much joy, amusement, pride and comfort ever since. You have also been expensive! And exasperating. Like when you hug me after a hockey game. Ewwww. And are we past the Mohawk phase now? But for the most part, you’re awfully cute. Except when you’re demanding a sandwich. I love you forever.
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I want to see the pic of him stuck in the toy box. But he was a cutie and it sounds as if you and hubs did a pretty good job on raising the kid. So kudos to you both.
Thank you so much, Kelly!
Aw! This is too sweet! My mom and I tease each other mercilessly, too. I tell people it’s the best way to show someone you love them: be as mean as possible :)
HA! Then you’ll appreciate the back story behind the whole “Make me a sandwich” exchange:
Rob heard some comedian make a joke I did not find the least bit funny… Something about he didn’t understand why women bothered going to college. “You don’t need a degree to go make me a sandwich.”
I was really upset over this so naturally, Rob’s been using the line on me ever since. :)
Mom, why are you on here when you should be making me a sandwich?
Just kidding. I love you to death. Keep churning out great blog posts : )
Thank you, Rob. I’m not sure that many people actually like my blog, but for you… I will.
this is adorable! love the banter between you two.
Oh, there’s plenty of that.
Awww. What a remarkable son you have raised. I know you must be bursting with pride. :)
Bursting, yes. I thought it was from too much chocolate, but I like your answer better.
Awwww! *wipes tear* I love teen boys that love and appreciate their moms. *hugs* to both of you.
What do I have to do to get my 14 y.o. daughter to write me a nice note in a card? (she’s def a daddy’s girl.) We are good shopping buddies, but the day she writes me a loving card I shall fall over. Mostly she communicates with me by eye roll.
My husband writes me the most romantic poems and love letters and love emails. Nearly every day…even after all these years. (15+) Occasionally I write him one too.
I really love this post. Thank you (and your son) for sharing.
~Lola
I think it’s wonderful that after all those years, your husband is so romantic. As for your daughter, not sure I can help. Maybe tell her a note in a card is all you want? Thanks for posting and thanks for the inspiration!
Tearing up here. Bravo Patty and Rob, bravo.
I’m very glad that you are giving me a good name, Mom. So thank you for that.
Thanks, Jeannie.
Rob, I’d say it’s an even split. I did what I could, you did the rest.