to my son
September 17, 2016 § 3 Comments
It’s been a while since I wrote, but this messy moment invites reminding.
I love you. As you are. No less than your best, more than your worst. Endlessly and forgivingly.
You have a history of struggling against yourself, internalizing false assumptions and pushing away from help.
Note: You’ve nothing to prove, no one to measure up against. You are enough.
These teenage years are not for the faint of heart. Mistakes are inevitable, struggle is predictable; neither is a gauge of ability, only an indication of effort.
Living requires risk enough to fail. You don’t have to be perfect.
Be kind to yourself.
Love, Mom
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Beautiful Marie.
Thanks, Alex!
A love from a true mother…as unconditional as ever 🙂