Dear Mom,
I never asked to go camping as a family! I knew you weren't a fan of it, but I'm so glad you agreed to send me to camp every summer. I think that taste of independence each year really helped me grow up.
My bond with you is definitely different than with Mami or Dad. You don't talk about my birth that much because I know it makes you sad to think that Mami and I both could have died, but I know that you saved me and have known that for as long as I can remember. I've always felt closer to you because of that. I'm sorry for any time I got mad at you and said I didn't have to listen to you because you weren't my mom because I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you.
I know I talked for awhile about being a surgeon, but I don't think I want to do that anymore. Don't worry, I'm still going to become a doctor, I just don't think I'd like being a surgeon.
I noticed something throughout your letters, you called me a rock star, crazy and spunky, and a variety of other things. Yeah, a lot of the things you described me as also describe Mami, but they also describe you. I'm glad you're my mom, you've taught me to have a bright outlook on things, I'm pretty sure if I didn't have you, and just had Mami and Dad, I'd be somewhat "dark and twisty."
For my 8th birthday, you mentioned that you really enjoy when I lay on the floor and tell you and Mami about my day at school. I know that stopped at some point simply because we all got busy, but I promise I will come home and tell you what's going on. I might not lay on the floor, but it will be something we can both look forward to.
I loved what you said about having dreams I didn't even know I had. I'm so glad you're my mom because you point out the simplest things that I otherwise wouldn't have thought about.
Love,
Sofia Robbin