My dearest sweet Anna girl, 3.24.2014
Good morning…it is a beautiful day, full of bright
possibilities. I’m sorry if I’ve been a negligent
mom the last seven weeks-until yesterday I don’t think I realized just how sick
I’ve been or for how long. The clarity
and energy I have now are amazing, possibly even better than before.
Enough about me-this letter is for you. I really enjoyed our time together over
spring break, every time I see you it is like an affirmation of the amazing
woman you are blossoming into becoming.
Yes, blossoming because I believe until we die we never fully discover
who exactly we are.
I want you
to know I love you.
I
want you to know I love you.
I
want you to know I love YOU!!
I was nineteen once.
I was full of emotions, hormones, fear, self doubt, dreams, ambitions,
hopes, concerns, everything your life is made of at exactly this moment I was
there with one exception-my Mom didn’t talk to me or share things with me. She simply berated my decisions, and made me
feel even worse than I did. I never want
to do that to you. I instead want to
constantly be that breath of air that lifts you up when you think you’re going
to collapse. I want to be there
encouraging you, helping you go forward with your life and hopefully avoid some
of the pitfalls and mistakes I once made.
Those feelings of doubt and self loathing that I see
in your eyes break my heart. You don’t
have to say anything because it is like a reflection of me and I want you to
know you are not broken, you are not less than, you are not dumb, ugly or
stupid. You my dear are normal. You are trying to find yourself and your
future. Every choice you make is a step
in the right direction—we learn from our mistakes and our failures just like we
do from our successes!
Oops, I am almost to run out of page and I vowed that
I would keep this to only one page so for today my sweet girl, I want you to
turn this piece of paper over and write three things you LOVE about Anna. It can be your ugly toes or your sweet smile,
anything as long as it is just about YOU.
I love you,
Mom
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