Dear Jack: Orientation for Starting Junior High – 6th Grade

11 years, 9 months.

Dear Jack,

I’m honestly surprised I was able to get you to smile for this picture last night at your 6th grade orientation.

Like clockwork, you’re switching over to the mindset that your dad isn’t cool.

Granted, your main reason in feeling this way is because I am known for talking to random strangers about Enneagram and you’re tired of hearing about it!

Fair enough.

But I do know that you are truly excited about the challenge of starting Junior High.

It was a family affair as we took you to try out the lock on your locker.

And this begins you constantly changing classes for every period.

I am excited for you!

Even if I embarrass you now simply for being your dad!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: You Earned Money from Pet Sitting, Then Bought New Nike Shoes!

11 years, 9 months.

Dear Jack,

Last week, I drove you early each morning and later each afternoon to take care of your pet sitting duties in the next neighborhood over.

Your responsibilities included letting two dogs in and out of the house and checking on the two cats; as well as feeding them, along with the dozen or so fish in the aquarium.

Just like last time, you took your job extremely seriously. And you were paid well for your hard work!

Fortunately, your job payment was just in time for you to buy your new 6th grade shoes.

You are now the age where shoes are apparently a big deal- and very expensive.

But you didn’t complain at all, in learning that Mommy and I would pay for most of the expense of your new Nike shoes, but that you would have to take care of the rest.

You have asked me a couple of times now since, “Daddy, how can I get more pet sitting jobs?”

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You Love Your New Mirabel Doll

6 years, 3 months.

Dear Holly,

After watching your brother spend some big money this week on his new 6th grade shoes, you decided it was time for you to spend some of your own money as well.

Your favorite thing to watch right now is a YouTube channel where a lady plays with Encanto dolls. That convinced you that it was vital to buy your very own Mirabel doll.

Apparently, this doll is in demand, because after looking it up online, Mommy had to drive to the next town over to take you to buy it.

For the past week, Mirabel has never left your side.

You treat her like a baby… even though technically, she’s 15 years old.

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: I Love Watching You Play When You Think I’m Not Watching

6 years, 2 months.

Dear Holly,

The summer is coming to an end, as the new school year is beginning in a couple weeks now.

And I’m going to miss watching you play with your toys, while I’m working from the kitchen table.

You spend hours at a time, carefully driving around your toy animal figurines in your brother’s Fortnite cars.

A few days ago, I watched you discover a pair of purple medical gloves that were for some reason in the art supplies cubby.

From there, you enjoyed making lunch for your dolls… while proudly wearing purple medical gloves.

I’m definitely going to miss this!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: You Got to Drive a Real Boat for the 1st Time!

11 years, 9 months.

Dear Jack,

On our recent vacation to Naples in Florida, your Uncle Tom was thoughtful to rent a boat for our family one morning.

Most of the time, it was Uncle Tom who was driving through the canals of Tampa; as we actually saw dolphins several times!

But once the coast was clear, he handed the steering wheel over to you for a while.

You were truly driving our boat!

And you confirmed: Your favorite part about us getting to rent a boat was when you got to drive it.

Now that I think of it, I don’t even think I’ve ever driven a boat!

Love,

Daddy