Grade Six

Hey Mister,

Today is not a good day for me. I’m an emotional wreck.  Daisy tore her outside nail off and bled all over the snow. I had to make her lie down so I could try and stop it bleeding. She’s old and has terrible teeth and a large tumor-thingy in her mouth. Her breath is awful. But she still plays. So how could I put her to sleep?  School hasn’t been going well.  I’m having such a hard time finding a good routine and sticking with it.  I’m not able to push you to do your best, right now. And I’m taking that personally.  Your answers to questions are hilarious, but I want the right answers. You’re a smart kid and I need to be able to encourage your intellectual growth.

But I think I’m doing a bad job.

Your dad built me a greenhouse and I love it. I’m excited in it. But it feels like I don’t have time. Do I ever have time?

I’m sorry to complain. You are a wonderful child. I’m just really messy sometimes. And I’m sorry if that hurt you, in any way at all. It isn’t you. It’s me.

I’ve already knelt before GOD, begging for help, for peace for wisdom. And while I feel peace, I feel exhausted. It’s my own fault for indulging in reading at bedtime.

I love you.

Mom.