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Open Letter To My Son–Part 2

26 Apr

Dear Pat,

Remember when I took you across Bucharest, on a beautiful September morning, for your first day of school? The bouquets of flowers, the loud kids and their parents, the gray and white building called Liceul Aurel Vlahuta that was your home for 1st and 2nd grade? Remember the wooden bench and the black board, Frau and the twins who became your best friends?

Remember when we moved to the States and the second day after our arrival, Grandma and Aunt Cathy took us to Manitas Elementary School to enroll you in 3rd grade, barely speaking any English? Remember how brave you were every morning, backpack slanted on your shoulder and off you went? Miss Hebert, who could’ve won Teacher of The Year Award, and Miss Calleros who we both hated for a whole year in 5th grade?

Remember when you started middle school at Pueblo, and how much you struggled with math, but thanks to Mrs. Segerson you actually started to like it? Remember the bullies and how we talked every night about how to handle them? Remember how you had a crush on girls I won’t name here, but how we laughed reading Calvin and Hobbes?

Remember starting high school at Corona del Sol, your first day afraid seniors will play pranks on you as they did with all freshmen? Remember the friends you made and the people you avoided? Remember the cafeteria and the disgusting pizza you ate? Remember your first car and your first kiss and your first heartbreak? Remember Miss Glick and her daring to-read-list?

Remember your first day at Arizona State University, our coffee run that morning before first class in W. P Carey International School of Business? Remember my pestering you to stay on top of your homework, asking endless questions and checking your grades? Remember our lunches?

Remember when I told you it will get better, nothing lasts forever and you will get there? Well, dear Patty Cakes, you are there. You are at the end of your student life and about to start your career.

Make the best out of it and don’t let anyone or anything stop you from success. May this new chapter be what you want it to be, nothing more, nothing less!

Love,

Mom

Many go out for wool and come home shorn

1 Apr

I woke up this morning with a clear plan, pinning all items on my to-do-list: between loads of laundry, cooking and groceries shopping I’d answer e-mails, compose new posts for the blog and continue on the short story I have an upcoming deadline for. I had the energy of a locomotive freshly loaded with coals and nothing could stop me.

Back home in Romania we have a saying, which translated into English might not sound as interesting as in my native tongue, but I found something similar: Many go out for wool and come home shorn. The first change to the plan came in the morning when Patrick asked me if I want to go to B&N and hang out. Are you kidding me? No emails or mountains of laundry could stop me from doing  just that. So off we went. Shortly my niece joined us. I couldn’t been happier. By the time 2pm rolled in and Patrick needed to be at work I didn’t even look over my emails–everything could wait, my spending time with my son and niece no way!

While cooking dinner, my sister called and asked if I’m in the mood to go for a walk, maybe have a cup of tea together. Sure, I said. Emails, posts, chapters–oh, well. All can wait–my spending time with my sister doesn’t. I still have two loads of laundry, and now finally sit at the computer.

In looking back I could’ve not ask for a better day. And how was yours?