<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762418483135827763</id><updated>2024-11-01T03:51:29.152-07:00</updated><category term="Dalton"/><title type='text'>Letters to my family</title><subtitle type='html'>Letters to the ones I love, so we don&#39;t forget the most important things, which aren&#39;t things at all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromlisaanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1762418483135827763/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromlisaanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LisaAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436140358037471855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSG91LFC02oWE7Mn4folvbNubMClbDUevYxC_X2wLS_OQ9KgwElK8zz6cgoiMxfglRnQhYsVb7nnOgltJx6sa0Vz2adWD282E_SQMeec0Bg7UuRb9_Aeevvf3fgfqFug/s220/IMG_0615.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762418483135827763.post-4989261556581888180</id><published>2013-10-16T14:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-16T14:57:22.958-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dalton"/><title type='text'>Dear Dalton</title><content type='html'>To my youngest son,&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s been a rough few days for us.&amp;nbsp; I write this letter after we had the biggest blow up yet between you and Jordan.&amp;nbsp; It started as a fight over a ball, and ended with your fingers being bent backwards and you slapping Jordan in the face.&amp;nbsp; And one could guess what happened after that.&amp;nbsp; Mike was furious to say the least.&amp;nbsp; We had to leave the house because he felt he couldn&#39;t contain his anger.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t think we need to rehash all the details.&amp;nbsp; We probably both remember them vividly, even if you are reading this years later.&lt;br /&gt;
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So here is what I want to talk about instead.&amp;nbsp; I want you to know I have your back.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the statements that was said (in a moment of extreme anger) was that you were not welcome to come back to the house since you had hurt Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;
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When Mike said that, there was no question.&amp;nbsp; I was leaving with you.&amp;nbsp; Because we are a family and I have your back.&amp;nbsp; You are my son.&amp;nbsp; You make mistakes.&amp;nbsp; I am your mom.&amp;nbsp; I make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;
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But like I told Mike, we are a family of second chances.&amp;nbsp; We get do-overs.&amp;nbsp; You are allowed to redeem yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a pre-teen is hard.&amp;nbsp; Being a pre-teen in a house with another pre-teen of the opposite sex is harder.&amp;nbsp; Being in a household with two middle schoolers who have been thrust into a relationship because their parents are together is just trouble waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am so sorry for the things that were said that hurt you.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful that you have thick skin and will come back from this without much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;
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You really are a good kid.&amp;nbsp; You push every single limit.&amp;nbsp; You drive me crazy.&amp;nbsp; Yet, I see so much of myself in you.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love your passion and relentless nature.&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you weren&#39;t so passionate and bullheaded all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love how you live without boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate how you live without boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are smart and charming, which will make you an incredible adult.&lt;br /&gt;
You are smart and charming, which will make your teen years a mother&#39;s nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;
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But above all, you do have a good heart.&amp;nbsp; I have seen it.&amp;nbsp; I know it.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I will end this letter with the saying I&amp;nbsp;repeat to you most often...&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Dalton, use your powers for good and not evil!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I love you son.&amp;nbsp; Always will.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromlisaanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4989261556581888180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromlisaanne.blogspot.com/2013/10/dear-dalton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1762418483135827763/posts/default/4989261556581888180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1762418483135827763/posts/default/4989261556581888180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromlisaanne.blogspot.com/2013/10/dear-dalton.html' title='Dear Dalton'/><author><name>LisaAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436140358037471855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSG91LFC02oWE7Mn4folvbNubMClbDUevYxC_X2wLS_OQ9KgwElK8zz6cgoiMxfglRnQhYsVb7nnOgltJx6sa0Vz2adWD282E_SQMeec0Bg7UuRb9_Aeevvf3fgfqFug/s220/IMG_0615.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-45cNkxD8_35BRrPzCWxld1ovSIJf38gQk_GvXOO4ikhDPGhUgRqVIyqjKWZDmyOCHc03R0YgNBW5jkIa92__iqlKH0exDijiklVB8vQXQ8utgZaC6BqFWUgPPRUzsP-UeYqwYrDtgHYB/s72-c/SD533665.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>