Being a parent to a cocky, disrespectful teenager is far from easy, and different parents have different approaches to get their children to behave.
One mom, Heidi Johnson, wrote a handwritten letter to her son, Aaron, and shared it on Facebook. She didn’t intend for the post to go viral. She didn’t even intend to make the post public. It was supposed to just be for friends to see, but she does not regret her post or the fact that it’s public.
In the letter to her 13-year-old son, Johnson reprimanded her son treating her like a “roommate.” She went on to give him an itemized bill for rent, food, etc that totaled over $700. If he was going to treat her like a roommate instead of his mom, she would do the same.
Johnson signed the note, “Love Mom,” and she truly does love her son. She followed up the post with another post explaining some backstory to the situation. She also reassured parents who were criticizing her that “I am not going to put my 13 year old on the street if he can’t pay his half of the rent. I am not wanting him to pay anything. I want him to take pride in his home, his space, and appreciate the gifts and blessings we have.”
She added that she never intended for Aaron to pay the bill. Instead, she wanted him to “gain an appreciation of what things cost.” The reason Johnson wrote the note was to make sure her son understood “what life would look like if I was not his ‘parent,’ but rather a ‘roommate.’ It was a lesson about gratitude and respect from the very beginning.”
Johnson also explained that before she wrote the note, her son had lied about doing his homework, and when she told him she was going to restrict his internet access, he responded, “Well, I am making money now.” She explained that the money he was referring to was a little bit of income he was making from his YouTube channel, but not nearly enough to pay for food and rent.
The public note has not hurt Johnson’s relationship with her son. She explained, “He and I still talk as openly as ever. He has apologized multiple times.”
Johnson has also had parents turning to her for advice since she posted the note to her son. She explains, “My post seems to have opened a door, and people feel safe coming to me and asking for advice, venting, or even just have someone bear witness to their experience by listening and opening up and sharing a piece of myself in return.”
My Young Son Disappeared During a Family Vacation – Five Hours Later, a Dog Returned with His Hat in Its Teeth
The moment I saw our son’s blue baseball cap dangling from the German Shepherd’s teeth, my heart stopped. Five hours of desperate searching, calling the police, and suspecting our peculiar hosts had led to this moment. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
I never thought our annual family vacation would turn into the most terrifying day of my life.
Looking back now, I can laugh about it, but at that moment, it felt like my whole world was crumbling around me.
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Being Tyler’s mom is the greatest joy of my life.
Every morning when I watch him devour his chocolate chip pancakes or scrunch up his nose while solving math problems, I’m reminded of how blessed we are. With a supportive husband like Jake by my side, I can’t help but wonder what I did to deserve such a beautiful life.
But hey, don’t get me wrong. It’s not like Jake and I don’t have our bad days.
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We argue about silly things like whose turn it is to do the laundry or whether Tyler should have a later bedtime. But at the end of the day, we always find our way back to each other.
That’s what marriage is about, right?
Getting pregnant with Tyler wasn’t easy. After three years of trying and countless fertility treatments, we’d almost given up hope.
I still remember the day I saw those two pink lines on the pregnancy test.
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Jake found me crying on the bathroom floor, clutching the test to my chest like it was made of gold.
Since then, my life has been nothing short of wonderful. I’m so grateful to have an intelligent boy like Tyler in my life.
“Mommy, why do birds fly in a V-shape?” Tyler asked me just last week while we were at the park.
His bright blue eyes were fixed on the geese overhead, his mind always working, always curious.
I smiled, adjusting his baseball cap. The same cap that would later give me the scare of my life.
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“Well, sweetie, it helps them save energy. The bird at the front breaks through the air, making it easier for the others to fly.”
“Like when Daddy lets me ride on his shoulders at the mall?”
“Exactly like that, clever boy!”
These are the moments I live for. Maybe that’s why Jake and I made it our tradition to take a family vacation every year, no matter what life throws at us.
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This year, we chose a small coastal town.
Nothing fancy. Just a week of beach walks and ice cream cones. We’d booked a modest hotel online, well within our budget.
But when we arrived, exhausted after a four-hour drive, the hotel clerk dropped a bomb on us.
“I’m so sorry, but there seems to be a problem with your reservation,” she said, typing frantically on her computer.
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Jake leaned forward. “What kind of problem? We booked this room three months ago.”
“The system shows your booking was accidentally double-booked, and the other party checked in earlier today.” She wouldn’t meet our eyes. “We’re completely full due to the summer festival.”
“This is unacceptable!” I said, trying to keep my voice down as Tyler played with his toy cars on the lobby floor. “We drove four hours to get here. Where are we supposed to stay?”
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The clerk offered us a list of nearby hotels, but her apologetic smile told me we wouldn’t have much luck.
As we walked out, Tyler tugged at my sleeve.
“Mommy, are we going home?”
“No, sweetie,” I said, forcing a smile. “We’re just going to find an even better place to stay.”
We found a small diner nearby and slid into a booth while Jake scrolled through his phone, looking for alternatives.
“Any luck?” I asked, helping Tyler color his kids’ menu.
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Jake ran his fingers through his hair. It was his classic stress signal.
“Everything’s either fully booked or way over our budget. Wait…” His eyes lit up. “Here’s something. An Airbnb rental, just ten minutes from here. The price is reasonable.”
“What’s the catch?”
“No reviews yet, but the hosts seem nice. Martha and Gary. They’re offering a bedroom in their house.”
I wasn’t thrilled about staying with strangers, but what choice did we have?
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Jake made the booking, and thirty minutes later, our taxi pulled up to a Victorian-style house that looked like it belonged in a horror movie.
Peeling paint, creaky shutters, overgrown bushes… the works.
“Jake,” I whispered, gripping his arm. “This place gives me the creeps. Maybe we should—”
“We don’t have many options, honey,” he said softly. “Let’s just give it a chance.”
Before we could discuss it further, the front door creaked open.
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A woman in her fifties appeared, her thin face set in what I can only describe as a grimace.
“Welcome,” she said in a clipped tone. “I’m Martha. Please come in.”
Once we stepped inside, I noticed that the inside of the house matched the outside. All dark wood and heavy curtains.
Then, Martha’s husband Gary appeared from somewhere, his weathered face breaking into an unsettling smile as he spotted Tyler.
“What a precious little boy,” Martha cooed, reaching out to ruffle Tyler’s hair.
Something about the way she looked at him made my skin crawl.
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As we stood in the living room, a deep bark echoed from the backyard, making Tyler jump.
“That’s just Max,” Gary explained. “Our German Shepherd. He stays in the kennel out back. Built it right into the old garden wall. It’s quite spacious.”
After showing us to our room, Martha and Gary disappeared downstairs. I shut the door and turned to Jake.
“This place is creepy,” I whispered. “And did you see how they were looking at Tyler?”
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Jake pulled me close.
“Katie, you’re overthinking this,” he said. “We’ll be out exploring all day. It’s just a place to sleep.”
I tried to believe him, but something felt off. Still, we managed to have a nice dinner in town and returned late, falling into an uneasy sleep.
The next morning started normally enough.
We had breakfast in an empty kitchen. There was no sign of Martha or Gary.
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Back in our room, Jake and I started getting ready for a day at the beach while Tyler watched cartoons in the living room.
“Tyler, honey!” I called out. “Time to get changed!”
No response.
“Tyler?” I stepped into the living room. Empty. The TV was still playing, but my son was nowhere in sight.
“Jake!” My voice cracked with panic. “Tyler’s not here!”
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We searched every room, calling his name.
That’s when Martha and Gary came through the front door, shopping bags in hand.
“Is something wrong?” Martha asked, her face unreadable.
“We can’t find Tyler!” I was trying not to hyperventilate. “He was just here!”
Martha’s dismissive wave made my blood boil.
“Children wander,” she said. “He’ll turn up.”
They disappeared into their room while Jake and I continued searching frantically.
“We need to call the police,” I insisted. “And those two… something’s not right about them.”
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Jake grabbed my shoulders. “Katie, stop. Why would they take Tyler?”
“Did you see how they were looking at him yesterday? And now they’re acting like it’s no big deal that he’s missing!”
The police arrived a few minutes after I called them. It had been almost five hours since my boy went missing.
As I described the situation, movement at the front door caught my eye. Max stood there with something blue in his mouth.
It was Tyler’s baseball cap.
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Then, the dog turned and trotted back toward his kennel, still holding the cap.
“The dog has Tyler’s hat!” I screamed.
At that point, everything I’d been holding back – the fear, the panic, the horrible scenarios playing in my mind – came flooding out.
The officers followed Max to his kennel with flashlights in their hands. As Max entered his kennel, the officers bent over and looked inside.
What they found there made me sink to my knees in relief.
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There was Tyler, curled up fast asleep against Max’s fuzzy body. The dog had been protecting Tyler, and apparently keeping him warm while he napped.
“Tyler!” I called out when the cops told me he was in there.
“Mommy?” Tyler rubbed his eyes as I scooped him into my arms. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
“Baby, what happened? How did you end up here?” I smoothed his messy hair, my heart still racing.
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“I was watching TV, but I got really sleepy,” he mumbled against my shoulder. “Then Max came inside and showed me his house. It’s so cozy in here, Mommy! I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“Buddy, you can’t disappear like that,” Jake said as he knelt down beside us. “We were worried sick.”
“I know, Daddy. I’m really sorry.” Tyler’s bottom lip quivered. “I just wanted to pet Max for a minute.”
At that point, I felt bad for suspecting Martha and Gary were behind my son’s disappearance. These people had opened their home to us, and I’d imagined the worst about them.
How could I do that?
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“Let’s have dinner together tonight,” I suggested to Martha and Gary later that afternoon. “Our treat. To thank you for your hospitality.”
That evening, over lasagna from the local Italian restaurant, I saw a different side of our hosts.
Martha’s stern expression softened as she told stories about Max’s adventures, and Gary’s eyes twinkled as he shared tales about the old house’s history.
“Max has always had a soft spot for children,” Gary said, passing the garlic bread. “He used to be a therapy dog at the local elementary school.”
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Martha nodded. “That kennel was supposed to be just for him, but somehow it’s become a favorite hideout for all our young guests.”
As we shared tiramisu for dessert, I realized how wrong first impressions could be.
What I’d seen as creepy was simply reserved, and what I’d interpreted as suspicious was just their quiet way of living.
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