Chicken Soup: Love Notes

26 Nov 2014|

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I cannot explain what this precious book: Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul does for my soul – so heart warming and genuine.


Love Notes

From the time each of my children started school, I packed their lunches. And in each lunch i packed, I included a note. Often written on a napkin, the note might be a thank you for a special moment, a reminder of something we were happily anticipating, or a bit of encouragement for an upcoming test to sporting event.

In early grade school they loved their notes – they commented on them after school, and when I went back to teachog, they even put motes in my lunches. But as kids grow older they become self-conscious and by the time he reached high school, my older son, Marc, informed he no longer needed my daily missives. Informing him that they had been written as much for me as for him, and that he no longer needed to read them but I still needed to write them, I continued the tradition until the day he graduated.

Six years after high school graduation, Marc called and asked if he could move home for a couple of months. He had spent those years well, graduating Phi Beta Kappa magna cum laude from college, completing two congressional internships in Washington DC, winning the Jesse Marvin Unruh Fellowship to the California State Legislature and finally, becoming legislative assistant in Sacramento. Other than short vacation visits, however, he had lived away from home. With his younger sister leaving for college, I was especially thrilled to have Marc coming home. 

A couple weeks after Marc arrived home to rest, regroup and write for a while, he was back at work – he had been recruited to do campaign work. Since I was still making lunch every day for his younger brother, I packed one for Marc too. Imagine my surprise when i got a call from my 24-year-old son, complaining about his lunch.

“Did I do something wrong? Aren’t I still your kid? Don’t you love me anymore, Mom?” were just a few of the questions he threw at me as I laughingly asked him what was wrong. “My note, Mom,” he answered. “Where’s my note?”

This year my youngest son will be a senior in high school. He, too, has now announced that he is too old for notes. But like his brother and sister before him, he will receive these notes until the day he graduates – and in whatever lunches I pack for him afterwards.

 – Antoinette Kuritz – 

Anyone else wiping the tears from their eyes?
I have always loved the idea of these lunch notes, and have packed a few for MC (back in the day). I cannot wait for my girls to be able to read so I can start writing lunch notes again.
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0 Comments

  1. Aw that is so special. It's amazing how as teens we go through the anti-parents stage (aka don't embarrass me/don't be at my birthday party and walk meters ahead of me in a shopping mall) – OK I wasn't that bad, but I had friends who were and it's only now as adults that I WANT my parents with me and appreciate them so much more!!

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