Apology Letter to Pistachio

Dear Pistachio,
This is to apologize for the recent drama and stress that you might have felt or heard over the last 3 weeks. In the last 1 1/2 years that I have worked at my job, I have not experienced as much emotional stress and difficulty as I have these last 3 weeks. The teenagers I see are really struggling. They are angry, out of control, and want to blame everyone except for themselves...which includes me and every other person that tries to help them. I know you can hear now, at least that's what babycenter.com says, but I'm hoping you can't hear well enough to hear the language that has been used by my kids. I'm so glad that you are tucked away in your safe little bubble under the skin and can't see all that I've seen over the last few weeks. These kids don't mean you or me any harm, but they definitely have caused me a lot of emotional stress over these few weeks. I asked the doctor at our 23 week checkup if this stress was negatively affecting you. Thankfully, the doctor comforted me and advised me to make sure that I'm not at risk for physical harm. We have a great support team at work, Pistachio. My co-workers are great at protecting me and you and making sure that we're not at risk. I'm hoping that the next few weeks will calm down. I'm hoping we don't witness any more violence, harm any more swearing, or visit with any more police officers, but I can't promise you that. What I can promise you is that daddy and I have a wonderfully relaxing vacation coming up where I can take you to hear the ocean and feel the sunshine. I can promise you that I will keep you safe and will remove you from any physical harm. I can promise you that I will rub you and talk to you calmly as soon as we get out of work, on our drive home. I can promise you that daddy will be here for us as soon as we come home. And I can promise you that I will continue to love you and take care of you to the best of my ability. So, just hang in there little Pistachio, we're going to make it through this rough patch.

Love,
Mommy