A Letter to My Future Child


Hey Kiddo. It’s me, your Mom. I’m writing to you from the past. The very distant past, actually. You see, as I write this, your existence is still far off in the hopeful future. And as much as I can’t wait to meet you, I’m ok with both of us taking our time.

I want you to know that, even without knowing who your Dad will be, what your name is or whether you’ll even exist in the future, I’m a 100% whole person as I sit here today. I’m not waiting for, nor expecting, you to complete me. I’ve had thirty years on this earth comprised of lofty dreams and concrete accomplishments. Missed opportunities and sheer, dumb luck. Friendship and sisterhood. Crippling disappointment and embarrassment so acute I thought I’d never recover. In short, there was a me before you.

When I was fourteen, I found a love letter addressed to my Mom hiding in the binding of an old book. Inside I found three violets – dried and pressed paper-thin against yellowing lined notebook pages – and an endearingly sappy signature of a high school boyfriend. I don’t remember what the love letter said but I do remember the sensation of stepping back in time. Of having a new perspective of what it meant to be the daughter of Anne Arends. A cheerleader from a small town in Decorah, Iowa. An unmatched natural beauty with a special talent for music, dance and winning the affection of any dog she ever encountered. A girl who immortalized pretty flowers between the pages of her past.

Up until then, she existed for a single purpose – to be a Mom to me and my siblings. It was the only way I’d known her until I stumbled onto this little nugget of truth, a window back in time to the woman she was before she became Mom.

Kiddo, I will be different when you come along. The bits that make up my core will be the same, but the second you’re born, I’ll shed my independence like a skin. What’s left will be a raw vulnerability that will simultaneously thrill, terrify and change me. Right now, I cherish my independence. It’s sacred. But I know that someday I’ll be ready to cherish you more. This is my version of that love letter. To try to give you a glimpse of me before you in hopes that it strengthens whatever relationship we might have.

Can’t wait to meet you.

My Favorite Things As of May 5, 2017


Iced coffee, year-round

Your cousin August’s laugh

Being asked my opinion

The electric shock of having chemistry with someone

Love stories

Any story, really

The view from my one bedroom apartment in the north loop


Nights alone

Chet Baker

Washing my makeup off

Runny eggs


Introspective conversations after too much wine

Pride & Prejudice

Chocolate croissants in Paris

Being right

My Least Favorite Things As of May 5, 2017

Being wrong


The wrinkles in my forehead

Sexist jokes

Forgetting where I put something


Waiting in line

Being underestimated

The word, “viral”

Nights alone

Donald Trump

People who don’t like Harry Potter



BY Allie Arends - May 5, 2017

Did you know W&D now has a resource library of  Printable Art, Templates, Freebies, and more?

take me there 

Arrow Alone

Get Our Best W&D Resources

for designing a life well-lived


add a comment

  1. Charmaine Ng | Architecture & Lifestyle Blog

    May 5th, 2017 at 10:41 am

    Aww, this is such a sweet little letter. I think I’m going to do something like this and write yearly letters for him or her when I have a child, too!

    Charmaine Ng | Architecture & Lifestyle Blog

  2. Heather MK

    May 5th, 2017 at 3:12 pm

    I love this!

  3. Elizabeth

    May 6th, 2017 at 10:03 am

    Love this

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *


Why Decorating Your Home Is Good for Your Mental Health

What 10 Years of Blogging Taught Me

The Hidden Benefits of Being Incredibly Uncomfortable

6 Easy-to-Grow, Can’t Kill Houseplants for Beginners

The Golden Rule: A Dream Career Built From Love, Loss and Resilience

Introvert Dating An Extrovert? Here’s How To Make It Work

Tornadoes to Tablescapes: Life Inside the Lifestyle Blog

Black, White and Love All Over

Marriage – A Requirement of Commitment?

Women vs. Women, and a Little Thing Called “Self-Respect”

Homemade Green Tea and Honey Mask

An Apartment of Firsts: A Personal Story

A Fresh Take on Organizing Your Life: Wit & Delight’s New Product Line Has Arrived

Have You Ever Experienced the Unexpected Magic of a Staycation?

Do Writers Have to Be Vulnerable to Succeed?

On Raising Little Readers

Hello from Jackson Hole! Here’s What I Packed for My Long Weekend Trip

The Indifference to Being Alive


Arrow Alone

the latest

Thank you for being here. For being open to enjoying life’s simple pleasures and looking inward to understand yourself, your neighbors, and your fellow humans! I’m looking forward to chatting with you.

Hi, I'm Kate. Welcome to my happy place.

Easily navigate all our recommended products across beauty, fashion, decor, and wellness. 

SHOP W&D Loves ›