An Official, Public, Written Apology

Dear Mom and Dad:


Please forgive me for all the drama, attitude, and angst I threw your direction from roughly ages 12 through 20.  I am especially sorry for seventh grade.  All of it.  I realize that was The Year I Was a Pill (yes, I remember getting coal at the bottom of my stocking that year).  I am sorry for all the times you had to talk to me about the cursed "p-word" - Potential.  I am sorry for "The Toast Incident" when I was in eighth grade. 


Remember that time you told me ____ was going to be my payback for all I put you through?  You were wrong.  It's the other one, and I finally understand how rotten I must have been back then.


It's nearly 35 years late, but I hope this apology helps, or at least makes you smile.  I'll try not to be too mad as you sit in the background, laughing hysterically as I try to navigate through parenthood, having to take all the same stuff from my kids that I dished out to you.


Love,


Erica