Dear Jack: The Patch for Your Sock

15 years old.

Dear Jack,

Aunt Dana sent me this photo a couple of weeks ago, which was taken when she picked you and your sister up from school one day.

She asked me, “Did Jack tell you about the patch he made for his sock?”

I hadn’t noticed in the photo, but the heel of the sock was actually a circular piece of notebook paper you apparently crafted to cover the hole in your sock.

Even beyond the hole, there was some serious wear and tear.

Something tells me you’ll be getting new socks for Christmas… or at least more notebook paper.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: The Fishing Pole You Made a School

14 years, 10 months.

Dear Jack,

When you’re at the house, you don’t really have much to say to us, as your parents. So when you come home from school, it can be difficult for us to know what kind of day you’ve had; because when we ask, we typically just get a mumbled “good” out of you.

But this week, you came home from school proudly sporting a handcrafted fishing pole you made from mechanical pencils and other random school supplies you found in the halls at your school.

When you demonstrate your creativity like this, I know that’s your way of saying without speaking the words: “Of course I’m happy!”

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: A Box Can Still Be a Fun Toy for You

8 years, 8 months.

Dear Holly,

I hadn’t thought about it, but I would have assumed that as a parent, I was past the point of having a child who would still instinctively turn a box into a toy.

But this past week, Mommy ordered a new chair; as she came up with the idea of creating a reading corner for our living room.

You immediately pushed the box from the chair over to the opposite corner; then you grabbed a marker and began designing features to make it your very own home.

This even included a spare key you hid under the door mat.

It makes me happy to know I still have a kid who is young enough to appreciate a box.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You Went to the County Fair Here in Alabama

8 and a half years old.

Dear Holly,

Saturday morning, I received a message from Aunt Dana giving me a rundown of the expenses of the County Fair she had experienced the night before. Originally, our whole family was going to make a day out of it. But after her message, it quickly turned into, “Thank you for taking Holly to the fair so I don’t have to go!”

Lucky for you, you have an aunt you lives a few houses down from us who is faithful to assume the role of “Saturday morning hero” and take you to the fair with your cousins.

I am so happy for you that you had such a great time there! And I am almost just as happy that I didn’t have to go.

The pictures look like you had plenty of fun for the both of us though.

 

Love,

Daddy

 

 

Dear Jack: You Got a Perm for the 8th Grade School Year

13 years, 8 months.
Dear Jack,
Twenty-six years ago in the summer of 1998, I went to get a perm from Chalane McClung at Golden Shears; in preparation of my upcoming senior year at Fort Payne High School.
This week, you got a perm from Chalane McClung at Golden Shears; in preparation of your upcoming 8th grade year at Fort Payne Middle School.
It was all your idea. You have been refraining from getting a haircut for the past 3 months.
And now, you have confirmed it was totally worth it.
Not only do you get to be the cool new kid who transferred in from Tennessee, but you get to be the boy with the coolest hair!
Love,
Daddy