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To The Person Who Stole My Diaper Bag

I hope you needed it more than I did.

Dear Stranger In The Night,

If you’ve ever been the victim of theft, you know how violating it feels. Who knows, maybe you’ve never been on the other side of this criminal activity and therefore, have no idea what it feels like, but my guess is… if you’re doing it to others, it’s probably been done to you.

Heck, maybe that’s why you feel the need to prey on other individuals in the first place. I have no clue, and I’ll probably never know. But let me tell you a little bit about myself, your victim.

I grew up in the middle of nowhere, a place where we could keep our doors unlocked at night and not have to worry about strangers creeping around. So I’ll admit, I’m a bit naive to this whole neighborhood watch business. I trust people instinctively, I care for people outwardly, and I give whole heartedly. I’m a mother to three precious human beings, whom I chosen to care for by giving up any career possibilities to stay at home with them.

I have sacrificed a lot to be where I am today, and I wouldn’t change that for the world. I’ve experienced times of incredible triumph but I’ve also experienced the lowest of lows. I’m young and probably an easy target in your opinion but I’m not ashamed of who I am and where I’m from.

Maybe to you, people like me don’t deserve the things they have, so that justifies why it’s ok to take from them. I don’t know. Maybe you have some type of Robin Hood mentality that you live by. But odds are…you take just to take.

“Although I don’t always deserve the “finer” things in life, I work dang hard to get them.”

Perhaps, you don’t think much about the person you’re taking from. Chances are, you don’t think about how they’re going to react in the morning when they discover their means of living have been taken, or what they’re going to do in order to recover their losses.

I’m probably more materialistic than I ought to be, cherishing things like my cute diaper bag that I just received as a gift for my birthday and also for the birth of our daughter on May 1. I probably care too deeply about my favorite lip gloss that you now possess or the bottle of Thieves oil that I used to cure just about anything.

But I also know, that although I don’t always deserve the “finer” things in life, I work dang hard to get them. I don’t take what’s not mine to take, and I don’t cheat. I work honestly and justly. I am where I am today not because I climbed some sort of social ladder but because I worked hard to be here. I am far from “having it all,” according to societies standards but I KNOW I have it all.

So what you took from me, I hope you needed it more than I did. I hope that bag (that’s a diaper bag if you didn’t know… pretty cute isn’t it?) holds your belongings for a long time to come, I hope that wallet carries your newest treasures, and I hope all my fun little knickknacks come in handy in a pinch (especially my hidden stash of snacks). Because at the end of the day, I can replace it all.

May you be blessed, hidden stranger.

Sincerely,

Tessa

I am a 25 year old former Michigander turned Illinoisan (by marriage). I am a full-time mother to three littles and a part-time dreamer. I find serenity in the art of bringing life back to my vintage finds and giving them new purpose within my home. In our spare time, my husband and I work together on our 1960's fixer upper, designing and restructuring each space. I blog for fun in hopes that I can find community in the midst of my vulnerability. I find joy in meeting new people and sharing life with others! Follow me on my blog, Instagram, Facebook, & Bloglovin'

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