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Time for the last status report on the MamaBlogga Group Writing Project. We had one more submission last night after my post, which I ended up adding here on MamaBlogga:

• Dear Chewy by Erin Brown

That brings our total count of submissions—all most excellent!—to 18. Pretty cool, and pretty good for our first time around!

All entries
Here is the complete list of entries that qualify for the prize:

• Dear Children: I Love Being Your Mother by Michelle Mitchell
• A Letter To My Daughter by Mama Zen
• Dear Children by Lynnae
• The Rocking Chair by Megan
• To be opened June 1, 2032 by Sara
• Dear Children by Corey Wampler
• Dear Children – Have a Great Summer! by Neena
• If We Live Here by Meghan
• Dear Kiddos by Janean
• Dear Children by Kate
• Mourning motherhood by Shawn
• A letter to my children by Dawn
• Dear K by CamiKaos
• Dear Children by Lori
• Dear children (a post for the MamaBlogga project) by Emily
• To my Amazing son Josh by Christine
• Dear Hayden by Jordan (MamaBlogga)
  
• Dear Chewy by Erin Brown

The winna!
Chosen at random, the winner of our prize, a $30 Amazon.com gift certificate, is <drum roll>…

If We Live Here by Meghan

Congratulations, Meghan! The gift certificate is winging its way to you from Amazon right now! (And we really hope you get that house—let us all know how it goes!)

Still working on your letter? Even though we’ve awarded our prize, we’ll continue to accept, read, link to and comment on submissions through next week.

by Erin Brown

When you came to live with me almost two years ago, I had no idea I would grow to love you the way I do now. No one could have convinced me that you would cry tears of joy just from seeing me walk through the front day each evening. But you do.

If I’m honest with myself, I’ll admit that it was your love, patience and friendship that got me through my first year of law school. There were soooooo many bad days when I walked home in tears, frustrated from all the reading and confusion and loneliness I felt from leaving my family, friends and previous life. Except I was never alone and you made it your daily mission to bring a smile to my face when I no longer thought it was possible. Some days when I felt exhausted and just needed a hug, I would scoop you up and hold on for dear life. And although I’m sure you weren’t particularly fond of those moments, you never left my side.

Literally. If I grab a book to study after having been at school all day, you jump on my lap or nudge you way into my lap, into my life, to make your presence known. I love how you want to spend every waking moment of your life with me. I love how you run to the bathroom to follow me anytime of the day…or night. And I realized just how much you mean to me when I turned back into the house after hearing you cry inside for what seemed like forever. Maybe it wasn’t the most responsible thing to do, but I wanted to let you know that I hear you Chewy. Although I cannot always play hooky from school to spend mornings in the park, and many times I don’t always have the answers you or I want to hear, I still hear you. I hear you crying.

Everyone we know comments on how you’re a completely different dog now. Your behavior has done a complete 180 and I can only attribute that to love. Sure, you still have your moments when you revert back to the psychotic angry fur ball you used to be, but you still prefer me to anyone in the entire world. And I still rush home after work, or school, or anything to be with you. I’ll hip you to a little secret – it’s not because I know you’re waiting for me either. It’s because I’m longing to see you.

Some people laughed when my own mother gave me a Mother’s Day gift this year (in your name, silly!). And although I look forward to mothering my children one day, I’m more than patient for that time to come. Chewy, you are the only family I have in Virginia, the only one who shows me everyday that I am loved and the only one that I physically do things for to prove my love everyday. I truly feel like I am your mother; clingy at times, a little overprotective, and irritable after a long day with overbearing professors.

Some nights I catch myself just watching you play or sleep or just sitting up late with me and I’m impressed on how we both managed to make our little family work. I’m proud of the way we both turned out, mother and son.

Love,

Ma

It’s the last full day of the Group Writing Project. I’ll still be taking submissions, but if you’re doing it for the shot at the Amazon.com certificate, be sure to submit your entry by the end of today (and as long as it’s Thursday somewhere in the world, I’ll take it—you have seven hours remaining!).

The entries today have been just wonderful! Dig in!

• Dear Kiddos by Janean
• Dear Children by Kate
• Mourning motherhood by Shawn
• A letter to my children by Dawn
• Dear K by CamiKaos
• Dear Children by Lori
• Dear children (a post for the mamablogga project) by Emily
• To my Amazing son Josh by Christine
• And of course, mine: Dear Hayden

If there are any more submissions tonight, I’ll post the last daily list tomorrow, then the complete list of qualifying entries and the winner on Saturday. (If we don’t get any more entries, I’ll post the complete list and winner tomorrow.)

And as I said before, I’ll continue to accept and link to submissions, probably through next week, but since I’d feel like I let the bloggers who worked so hard to get their letters done this week down, I’ll keep the original deadline as the prize deadline.

Thank you to everyone who’s participated so far! I’m so glad I don’t have to choose the winner on merit; I would be so lost!

Things are moving right along with the Group Writing Project. Here are our latest entries, and once again, they’re all great!

• To be opened June 1, 2032 by Sara
• Dear Children – Have a Great Summer! by Neena
• If We Live Here by Meghan

Is yours ready? Submit your entry today—the contest closes tomorrow. (Do you want an extension?)

I have a short letter today. It’s been a long day.Dear Hayden,

Here’s a proposal for you: you can skip over the uncomfortable tween and teens and we’ll just cut to grandkids, okay? Because today I’m not sure we’ll make it otherwise.

Love you,
Mama