Dear parents of entrepreneurs,
Where should we begin? There's so much to say. I guess the first thing that comes to mind is ...
It must not be easy.
You know what I mean – the wondering.
Why did my child have to be different? Why couldn't they just finish college, like the other kids? Why couldn't they get a normal job? Work for someone else? Less worries. Less stress.
To answer your question, a lot of it is because of ... how do I say this? Well, it's because of you.
I know, not all of you owned your own businesses, but you taught us to give 110% in everything we do. You made sure we learned to make our own decisions. And to take responsibility for them. You taught us that we should try and do good for others. That we should try and do good for ourselves.
You said it...
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Dear Mom,
I'm sorry I didn't remember to bring a card. I know how that hurt you and I hope you know that I never meant for that to happen. I want you to know that Hallmark has yet to make the appropriate sized card for everything I'd like to say and thank you for. I know we haven't always seen eye-to-eye. In fact, I know we rarely do. There is almost an irony to the fact that two English majors struggle so much with something that seems as simple as communication. I want you to know that even then – when we seem two worlds apart, two generations away, or 100 miles from one another – I am thankful for you every minute of every day.
I am thankful for you even on the days I have three missed calls and five texts from you on my phone. I am thankful for you in the mornings when you text...
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Dear Friends,
We are writing on behalf of our three-year-old granddaughter, Cora Grinsel. Cora was diagnosed on August 18, 2012 with Stage 4 High-Risk Neuroblastoma, a rare childhood cancer of the sympathetic nervous system. As you can imagine, our family has been devastated by this news. It is only through the faith, hope, prayers and the comfort of our family and friends that we are able to get through each day.
Cora’s father, Jeff Grinsel continues to work, while also taking care of their five-year-old son, Oliver and spending as much time as possible with Cora. However, Cora’s mother, Danielle Corrao Grinsel, has had to take a leave from her job to care for Cora while she goes through intense therapy that will last for at least the next year and will require multiple hospital...
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Dear Nanna,
Gosh I miss you. I feel saddened to think of all the things you missed out on while we were growing up. You had such a soft face and from what I remember you were so caring. Taking us on trips to the park and the beach. We used to think you and Pa were millionaires because you lived on the Gold Coast. Our yearly trip down to visit was such a highlight.
You have raised two amazing boys who are now grown men. You would be so proud of Dad. He is a fantastic family man. Always there for his family no matter the situation. He and his brother are closer now than they ever were. Even if they do live at opposite ends of the country.
Then there is your adopted daughter. She is a wonderful, fearless red headed warrior. She has climbed Kilimanjaro and is off to Machu Picchu...
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Dear Nana and Pop-Pop,
I have been struggling to find the perfect words to describe the amount of gratitude I have for the both of you, but honestly, no words will ever accurately describe this feeling. However, I want to try.
Thank you for raising my father to be such an incredible person. The lessons he has instilled in me since birth, the words of encouragement he has shouted from the stands during my field hockey games, and the way he has always praised my hard work are all things came about because of his upbringing. I wouldn’t be who I am today without him.
Thank you for always loving me no matter what. I know I have made mistakes in my life, but your love has never wavered. At times, you were like my parents and angry for things I did, but moments later, you would be my...
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Dear Parents!
We know what you want for your child. We know that you want them to be as happy and successful as they can be and carve their own niche in this world. We know that you want them to stay protected and safe in this horrible horrible world. We know that you want just the best things to happen for them. We know you do.
But....
Whenever you choose to tell them that they can't become something just because they chose a different stream, or because you think that they would land up in a not-so-lucrative job, or that they need to fulfil your childhood dreams which you couldn't fulfil; you're plunging them deeper into the abyss of stereotyping.
We know that all you can see around the world are people who have become successful in a conventional way. They have Government...
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“A 12-YEAR-OLD girl has died in a swimming accident on a school trip to France.”
My heart thuds hard. Where are my children? Who has my children?
In the next beat, pounding harder, I place them: Safe, finishing off our family holiday in the sunshine with their daddy, not too far away.
I call to hear their happy voices. They have been for a long walk, had hot dogs and are now doing some colouring in.
So you see, silly. It’s fine. They are fine. You can stop sweating, everything is OK.
Except it’s not. One family has lost their little girl, Jessica. Already in France, they are bereft, looking for answers to an impossible question: Why did our little girl die?
Distraught, they will stare at the pontoon she was standing on in the lake. They will see her — can you hear her...
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Dear Babies,
I don't know how to start this letter to you. I don't want to be ashamed of you, because I know I would have loved you if you were here. I am ashamed though, and being ashamed makes me feel even worse. I have to tell you how I feel, and hope that these words can reach someone else before she makes the worst decision of her life.
I don't know you, little ones. I never will. I don't know you because I ended our relationship before it began. I killed you, and I can't live with the guilt anymore.
I was stupid, young, and selfish. I tried to make a man happy that couldn't live with the responsibility of you. So I went alone, and told myself that it was for the best. I refused to listen to your heartbeat. I refused to see your body and your face on an ultrasound. I refused...
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Dear Ms. Cramblett,
By now, you know thousands of people have heard your story about being impregnated by a donor you didn’t request. You specifically wanted a blonde hair, blue-eyed white donor who resembles your partner, but instead were given an African-American one. As a result, you now obviously have a biracial child.
I want to begin by saying I understand you had a preference and you have a right to be upset that it wasn’t met. The bank was negligent and they should acknowledge their mistake and pay for it. Just as you wanted a child who resembles you and your partner, so do I want a black child that resembles me. But what I don’t seem to understand is your handling of the situation and the claims that this is an emotional and painful experience for you to go through....
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Dear Son,
You are loved. You are worthy.
If there are only two things I want you to always remember, these are it. As I type this letter you are sitting in your room playing with your little wood car.
That's your favorite car. And ironically it is the only toy your father ever bought you. He bought it in your birth town in Brazil, two weeks before you were born.
We left the beach and he saw it in a little local store. He picked up for you because it was handmade. During that moment I actually thought the three of us was going to be a family.
Unfortunately things did not happened the way I dreamed it would, and this week, while watching Calliou calling his father, you asked where your own father was for the first time. I don't think you understood what your question meant...
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