Your Dad, PART I

Dear Monsters,

This is your dad. He is definitely big now, but he wasn't always.

He used to look like this:

Your dad is also my big brother, and even though I wanted to be just like him, we weren't always very nice to each other. I imagine you monsters, on the other hand, are always nice to each other and work out your differences in all the ways civilized monsters do, right?

As for us, we yelled and we fought and we got in trouble for it. I'm also not necessarily proud to say we gave each other knuckle sandwiches and pulled each other's hair (and got in trouble for that too), and my big brother-- your dad-- would do the most awful thing that I know neither of you would ever dream of doing. He would dangle loogies over my face and...

THOOP... suck them back up just in time.

As if that close call wasn't torment enough, though, sometimes the long, sticky, milky string of drool would slowly and in spite of your dad's best (I assume) efforts...

SNAP.

Depending on the state of my head in the midst of panicked flailing, the blob that had been hanging so menacingly over my face would plop coolly onto my cheek or, worse, right into my eye or my ear.

Of course, to paint myself as the perpetual victim wouldn't be fair. I was guilty of the very same drool and drop along with much more serious crimes involving rakes, Barbie horses, and also hurt feelings.

Fortunately, the only scars I gave him that lasted are the emotional ones that he wears deep inside where no one can see he's still crying. He might need a hug right now, by the way.

So, yes, I rightly got in trouble for those transgressions, and learned very important lessons about saying sorry-- and meaning it-- when someone gets hurt. It doesn't feel good to be hurt, and it also doesn't feel good to hurt other people.

 All in all, remember that you're a super monster team, so try to be nice to each other even when you're mad. Share, cooperate, and apologize. Sometimes you'll be tempted to forget what I'm about to tell you, but every Monster-- little, big, purple, blue, yellow, green, scaly, slimy, toothy, gummy, tooty, or pooty-- is special and strong and wonderful in their own monstrous way.

Plus, if you work with instead of against each other, you'll be a much stronger unit when it comes to things like negotiating for extra dessert and cartoon time; and that's just the start of all the good stuff that comes from being nice. Monsters aren't just family. They're lifelong friends.

Love,
Auntie Hatchetface

Monster Garden

Dear Monsters,

Dirt is powerful stuff. Not only is dirt the main ingredient in mud pies, but it is also the womb from which grow plants of all different shapes, sizes, smells, and colors.

dirt + water = mud pie. Season to taste. Serve to parents

Your mom really likes dirt, and she really really likes the plants that grow out of the dirt. She has a garden where she grows all kinds of things in dirt that are not only very pretty to look at, but that are very tasty too. Lots of food grows out of dirt! 

Pigs love dirt, but they do not grow in it. They wallow in it. 

Can you name some food that grows out of dirt? Hint: it's not bacon or chicken or ice cream.


So, your mom, inspired no doubt by the power of dirt, decided with your dad that with careful feeding and watering, plenty of sunshine, and vigilant varmint management they would grow something far more special than flowers and vegetables and fruits. They would grow Monsters. They would grow you.


Now, just for the sake of clarity, Monsters, unlike veggies, are not grown so we can eat them, no no no!  Your mom planted you Monsters just to love you, care for you, protect you, and watch you grow. You are your mom's special Monster Garden, and you are loved.
 

Love,
Auntie Hatchetface

Dear Monsters,

Well, here goes nothing in an endeavor to utilize this newfandangled interwebs blogging thing to keep up with the masses in general, and you, in particular. Fact is, your mom and dad and you live way too far away and I want, selfishly, to get to be a part of your lives. Who knows if I'm going to have any cousins for you, so I'm going to do my best to interfere in your lives instead of the lives of my own hypothetical children. As your adoring aunt, I'm simply compelled to spew my nonsense to you.

But then, what to say? Sometimes I get smacked with pearls of thought (some might, MIGHT, call it wisdom) that could prove useful to you, and I'll no doubt share those pearls as they leave their welts in my noggin, but what else? I'd like to think your eyes won't glaze over or shatter with the tedium of having to read each new letter/entry.... Actually, I'd like these entries to be some sort of magical oasis in the midst of life's homework and chores and arguments and heartbreaks and all the other annoying, frustrating, infuriating, and boring things with which you're supposed to be dealing rather than reading blogs from me. In other words, my hope is that these words might not only cultivate a sense of connection with you and perhaps inspire you to actually want to talk to me at some point when you're doing more than cooing and crying, but also that it may serve as some kind of entertainment. I'd rather not be the old cat lady aunt in a muumuu that smells like moth balls and cheap wine, insisting that you look at my 974 slides of my solo vacation to see the world's largest ball of string.... yet. Old(er) age may require your attention for such activities, and I may even ask you to hold my dentures. Senility, I hope, will buy me some grace.

That being said, I don't know what else to say for today. So.... Hi.

My utter lack of any profound or interesting stories today is no indication of hesitation in my desire to write to you. Rather, it's the overwhelming nature of wanting to sift through the entirety of my brain, guts, perspective, and experience to offer you only words that you might find useful or entertaining.

I often think about how people guide their kids and teach them values like integrity, humility, tenderness, adaptability, generosity, boundaries, wellness, truth, perspective, hard work, creativity, learning, forgiveness, resiliency, perseverance, dependability, loyalty, etc, etc, etc. How do people even begin?? It's a humbling responsibility, as I see it. Good thing your dad and mom are two of the most wonderful people I've ever known. You are-- even acknowledging that you all will have your knock-down, drag-out, gut-wrenching arguments and disagreements-- in the best of hands. I have no worries that your amazing parents will do an outstanding job of it, and I have no worries that you will do an outstanding job of finding yourselves and evolving as equally amazing individuals. Yeah. You're awesome.

Too hippie-dippie? Sorry. I'll get more gritty and curse more as you get older. Right now, I feel like I have to be a good influence.... Sort of.... This first entry is, all considered, actually for your parents, given the fact that you are currently a fetus and an infant, still drooling, spitting up, pooping all over yourself, and making weird faces. Happy Mother's Day!



Love,

Auntie Hatchetface