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This Sunday will be the first Father’s Day in our household. Well, the first soon-to-be-Father’s Day! And I know that we’re technically not parents yet, but my very loving husband has taught me a lot about our pending parenthood over the last few months.

He’s taught me that becoming a parent is scary, but exciting when you have a loving and supportive partner.

He’s taught me that love is something that can happen overnight. Literally. When we found out we were (very unexpectedly) expecting, I was terrified that Chad would be as terrified as me. But when I was in a moment of “oh crap” panic, he was beaming and instantly in love with the new direction our lives were heading in.

And he’s taught me that Baby L doesn’t have to be born yet to know that being a parent is something he was born to do. And I’m certain that together we will make a really great team.

This isn’t easy to say. You know, sometimes I think you’re too hard on yourself.

Truthfully, I think almost all of the time most of the time you are too hard on yourself. It’s not easy for me to tell you this, but you’ve really got to just let some things go and let them happen. As badly as you’d like to, you cannot control everything.

And you know you are a control freak.

I know you’ve been struggling lately with the whole not being able to work out thing. You seem to be really down, but don’t be! This isn’t the end of the world. You should know that. It’s simply a temporary roadblock. And your safety and health should be most important, not your outward appearance.

So just relax.

Don’t stress.

Breathe.

Let. It. GO.

Someone needs to tell you this, so it might as well be me. I’ll be the bad guy and say the things that no one else wants to say, and the things you refuse to admit.

xoxo,
Yourself

This letter to myself has been inspired by the prompt: A difficult conversation.

{this post has been part of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop}

Tuesday night I was on my way to the Junior League of Syracuse holiday party at Pascales downtown and thanks to my handy dandy new GPS, I found my way!

I found a free parking space (cause what’s better than free, right?), and got out of the car.

I started walking. I decided to call BF on my walk to the restaurant downtown where the party was being held.

and I continued walking…. next thing I know… “Umm… where AM I?” I didn’t know. I told BF “I think I’m lost in a bad area… walking.” I knew there was nothing he could do. But I needed him.

And then there were many a groups of sketchy people. I mean, if there is ONE street in Syracuse that people saw “ohhh, don’t go down there” well I was walking there! Alone. At night. By myself. Carrying my pretty new purse with only 20 dollars in cash. And I was scared.

A bus stopped. I took I risk. I ran on to the bus stop and asked a man who was getting off “where is Pascales?”

He looked at me and said “You are FAR from there! Honey, I’ll walk you there!”

I believe in the power of good people! He knew I was alone and vulnerable. He walked me all the way to the restaurant. How incredible!

It’s so nice to see a completely stranger go out of their way for you. It rejuvenated my belief in the kindness we owe each other as human beings. So if you remember nothing else this holiday season (and all year long, really) I hope you remember that random strangers will appreciate your kindness. We owe each other that much, right?

{4. Describe a time or moment when a stranger helped you.}