Sometimes I feel too much is expected of me and I want to be little again. Sometimes I remember I am little, you treat me too old. Please treat me younger, I have too much responsibility.
I laid in bed thinking about it for a long time. It is sad and true and funny all at the same time. I thought about life and work and how they are inseparable, but not void of joy. And about how growing up is hard. I thought about how she doesn't have too much responsibility but I am too critical. I thought about other notes she has written me, namely this one and how this was a marked improvement. Maybe I am getting better? Maybe she is growing up and becoming more articulate. Ultimately, I decided I would also like to write someone a note that says "I have too much responsibility. I want to be little again." Who should I write it to?
As a side note, she wrote me another note today that said:
Mom, I love you and love writing you notes. Sometimes it is easier to tell the paper. I hope we keep writing notes to talk. Gwen
Sweet girl. As long as my eyes aren't x'ed out and I haven't been shot in the heart with an arrow I'm okay with the notes.