An Open Letter to My Boy

Dear Son,

I know you’re just a toddler, but I have three children and am greatly outnumbered–so just to let you know, usually it’s the guilty “did Mom catch me doing this?” look that I notice and not whatever bad behavior that you’re worried I’ll punish you for.  I probably wouldn’t even notice if you snuck out of your bedroom for some late night Wii if you’d just do it and not act like you want to get caught.  If you want to systematically drop individual spaghetti noodles from your highchair onto my freshly cleaned floors, you’d get away with it more readily if you didn’t catch my attention with furtive glances in my direction.  Your paranoia is probably holding you back from all kinds of fun that I otherwise would not know about—imagine all the drawing on your walls and booger wiping and candy eating you could be doing right now?

Can’t wait ’til you’re a teenager.


Cassandra can be found on Twitter @aclevergirl. Learn more about her family’s unique challenges and why they have hope for a cure for muscular dystrophy at Byrds for a Cure.


  1. debi9kids says:

    LOL. Count yourself lucky that your son is a guilty boy. Out of my 6 boys, ONE is a guilt-ridden child and one remains to be seen, but the rest…nope. They will happily do something bad and get away with it. UGH.

  2. Joanna says:

    ha – I love it! Even the picture above of Kyle has sort of that guilty ‘did you catch me?’ smile to it!

  3. Cassandra says:

    Joanna, I never noticed that until you pointed it out. And now that is all I see. This kid, I swear.

  4. Cassandra,
    I know you wote this letter to your son, but I’m using it to give myself the permission to stop worrying about if someone is looking and listening to me doing all the wrong things in this life. To stop Worrying if wanting to bust out singing and dancing in a supermarket parking lot, just cuz I felt the surge of energy, is too stupid or crazy or might embarass my children. And Can I Bust a Move, let me just tell you.Ok thats another story… To eat right out of the ice cream carton, to put my kids clothes back in the drawer, “this isn’t so dirty they can wear it one more time.” because I’m tired of so much laundry or to write a blog and not worry whether I mispoke, mispelled or missed an audience by what I said. So I’m the grownup toddler here taking this to heart.. Thank you for the permission I needed. And even if nobody else will, I will still Love ME.

    Thank you for a great post

    Kendyall Guythrie