Letter to My Future Child: A Series

Dear Future Child,

I’m not sure if you’ll ever read this on here. I’m not sure if this blog will still be around by the time you’re able to read, digest, and understand all the ways that your crazy mother expresses herself.

You may ask yourself as your cheeks redden, “Why does my mom have to say this to the whole worldwide audience?” and I’d reply, “Don’t worry, small one, I only have 400 followers.” You may also think, “Mom, this blog and this series is embarrassing,” and I’ll say, “Sorry honey, it’s what I was born to do. And no one is safe when a writer is present.”

Then again, this conversation may never happen. You may love what I do, or you may never get around to reading these. I am okay with all of the above.

Either way, I wanted to publish this series on my blog, because what I must write to you about might be something someone else wants to write to their children about. The thought process behind blogging and writing and simply creating is to share ideas. Finding similarities and connecting.  That’s what I love so much about being an artist.


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Future child, I want you to know that you don’t have to paint pictures or take photographs of the weeds in the garden to be an artist. All you have to do is create. All truth be told, I want you to be an artist. I’m not sure what your father will have to say about that one, because he might want you to be a doctor or an athlete. We will love you either way (but Mom is always right, and also has the last say. Remember that).

But I want you to be an artist, because I know firsthand the feeling of freedom that comes from letting your thoughts escape the jail cell of your mind. And while I pray that some of my genetics remain within myself so you’ll never be cursed with fear, worry, or sadness, I also pray that you end up somewhat like me. God, if you’re reading this, please give her the artist’s imagination.

I say her, because I feel that I am writing to my daughter at the moment, but then again, God, if you’re reading this, I know that you’re very persistent in everything you do. I guess I’ll have to just trust you on this one.

Future Child, lastly, I want you to know that it’s alright. Whatever you feel is okay. If someday you desire to create, I will support everything you design, build, and utter. This series is a lot for your purpose, to help you grow and develop into the person you were meant to be.

It’s also a teeny bit for my purpose. I am a planner, and I want to be ready someday to be your guidance. And for the ease of my slightly unhinged nineteen-year old mind, I need to be prepared many years in advance. Therefore, for my readers with wide eyes, this is not a declaration of child bearing.

I am simply making sure to document and record my every lesson, piece of advice, and story so that someday, my child may learn from my successes and failures, my trials and tribulations.

This is the beginning of my series to my Future Child, and hopefully somewhere along the way, I teach her (or him?) how terrifyingly glorious life can be.



One thought on “Letter to My Future Child: A Series

  1. To your future child… You are blessed with an incredible momma! Hang on!!! She will be a wild ride to grab hold of and learn from!!! XXOO


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