Dear Holly: Benefiting from Being the Younger Sister at Your Brother’s Birthday Party

6 years, 6 months.

Dear Holly,

I never gave it any thought, that you automatically would be getting to participate in your brother’s 12th birthday party, where most of the kids invited were in 6th grade; as compared to you, being in 1st grade.

You had so much fun being able to jump around on the bounce house and go down the slides. And I noticed how some of Jack’s friends made an effort to include you. That meant a lot to me.

And I know you definitely appreciated your brother giving you the leftover party favors, which included a variety of little figurines of puppies.

You have been playing with them nonstop since his party on Saturday!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: A Dad’s Letter to His Son on His 12th Birthday

12 years old!

Dear Jack,

It was exactly 12 years ago today that I officially became a parent for the first time, when you were born.

My immediate thought this morning was, “I have a 12 year-old son… does that make me old?”

Years from now, when I think back to you turning 12, I am going to remember how badly you wanted a dog.

And as much as I wish I had it in me to let you get a dog, I also know that our family is not at a place in life where we are ready for that kind of responsibility.

(It would ultimately be my dog; as I’m the only one in our house who is virtually always home.)

I know I disappointed you in that decision, but without even trying, I quickly gained your favor again.

For the past 2 and a half years, ever since the Covid Shutdown, I have been working with you to use a bow and arrow, as well as your Red Ryder BB gun. You have remained passionate and committed to improving your marksmanship.

When you mentioned that you would like a BB pistol, let’s just say it was undeniable that idea would have been immediately “shot down”, had I not vouched for you.

You have already been extremely careful and responsible in regards to handling your bow and your BB gun rifle ever since I began training you.

So while getting a dog would have been too much responsibility, you gladly settled for a slightly more powerful version of your Red Ryder BB gun.

To me, your new BB pistol is the perfect symbolic gift for your on your 12th birthday, the final year bridging childhood and your teen years.

I am so proud of you. I always am.

And as much as it has been an honor to raise you so far, I very much look forward to helping you grow into a man in the years coming up ahead.

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: You Chose Me as Your Theme for “Wacky Day”?

11 years, 11 months.

Dear Jack,

I’m glad I could help you out this past week, as your school had a “Wacky Day” theme.

As I said goodbye to you that morning, I realized that you were wearing a t-shirt with my face on it.

Back in college, when I spent two summers teaching English in Thailand, I had a friend who had a t-shirt made featuring my face on it. Twenty years later, you ended up with it!

And a few Christmases ago, Aunt Dana and Uncle Andrew gave me some socks they had made… also with my face on it.

So yeah, I guess that made it pretty easy for you to dress up for Wacky Day!

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You are Finally Really into Barbie Dolls Now!

6 years, 6 months.

Dear Holly,

I figured you missed the boat, when it came to caring about Barbie dolls. I assumed that you just happened to be a girl who never really got into them. I didn’t give it much thought.

But clearly, at age 6 and a half, you totally care about Barbie dolls now!

Last weekend, you managed to scrape together all the loose change and 2 dollar bills you could find in your room, and were able to buy an 8 dollar Chelsea doll to add to your now growing collection.

I get the feeling this might be a Barbie kind of Christmas…

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: This Has Been Your Biggest Halloween Yet!

6 years, 6 months.

Dear Holly,

When Covid happened a couple of years ago, I feel like it sort of put a damper on Halloween for the past couple of years since.

But this year, Halloween was back!

Last weekend, we actually went to a Halloween party at your friend’s house, and it wasn’t even related to anyone’s birthday. That’s like the first “non-birthday” party you have ever been to.

And for trick-or-treating, you and your brother used our Radio Flyer wagon to gather candy, as opposed to tradition Halloween buckets.

The result: The wagon was completely full of candy!

This has been a big Halloween for us all!

Love,

Daddy