Some of my most valued treasures, are letters that CJ wrote to his middle school teacher Mr. Monson. They were actually supposed to be journal entries, but I guess writing to someone, was better than talking to yourself on paper.
Each entry usually started with "Dear Mr. Monson" and was followed by "did you ever" or "have you ever".
The entry that sticks out in my mind the most goes something like:"Dear Mr. Monson, Have you ever been in a school program where you try not to look at your mom cause she has black streaks running down her face? Well I have. My mom always cries."
The questions to Mr. Monson were about a wide variety of subjects. Some were funny, some were serious, some were proud and some were even sad. I've often thought about CJ's Mr. Monson letters and how even at such a young age, they must have been very therapeutic. Mr. Monson usually didn't answer the letters but when he did, he did it without advice or judgement saying only "wow" or "thats amazing" or "no, I never had that happen". What a wonderful gift to give a student, a place to ponder about life and your role in it.
So, in honor of CJ and Mr. Monson, I've created a "Dear Mr. Monson" page, where I would like to ponder my own life's questions. Thank you CJ, what a wonderful gift to give your mother. I think everyone should have a Mr. Monson.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Turning?

Dear Mr. Monson,

A funny thing keeps happening to me on the way home. I'll be driving along Homestead, usually singing with the radio, or talking on the phone. I get to the four way stop at Manse and turn on my left turn signal. This is where the funny thing comes, I'm not turning. I'm going straight. I get half way through the intersection and I wonder why I just had my signal on. I know I'm not turning. Do you ever do that?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

That could be very dangerous.

Kaylynn said...

Maybe one day you should turn, just to see whats happens. Who knows maybe something great will happen.