My long cherished child. You are literally the culmination of my hopes and dreams to this date. I’ve had goals, and I’ve accomplished them, with varying levels of success and satisfaction. Sometimes getting what you want in life is different then you thought it would be. Sometimes you push really hard for something only to achieve it, and realize there might have been a better way. But you…you are the only thing I’ve ever wanted to the exclusion of all else.
What do I want you to know? I want you to know you are precious, you are loved, and your life is sacred. Whether you’re an angel, or a wild-child. If you turn out to be as smart as Einstein, as talented as Beethoven, as saavy as Bill Gates, or just an average Joe; your life has already changed the world and you haven’t even taken your first breath. I want the world for you, but I want to expect nothing. I want you to discover the world: it’s magic, it’s pain, it’s wonder, and it’s horror. I want you to love yourself, and I want you to have enough pain to appreciate the joy in life, but enough love to crawl through the dark and remember the light.
You are my soul allowed to wander around in the form of a separate human being. I’m terrified of your existence. I want to be a perfect parent, a perfect role model. I want to love you unconditionally, and without error or blemish. But I know that is not possible. Only God is capable of that. So just know that I’m doing my best. Please remember that even at your worst you are no less valuable, worthy, or precious. Nothing you can do will ever make me love you more, or less.
My wish for you is that you’ll be free to be you, whoever that might be, and that as you lay on your deathbed- God willing at the ripe old age of 187 at least; you’ll know that you lived and loved and cried, and that your life was everything you wanted it to be.
