I don’t often reblog, however, this letter spoke to me. It could easily have been penned by my mother. We still don’t see eye to eye on some things yet our love and respect for each other only grows stronger. Thanks, EQ, for a beautiful post.
You have chosen to live your life differently than I have chosen to live mine. I try to keep my door open to you whenever you want to walk through it. We have made, and continue to make, different choices. I did not want to choose sides. I thought that I could lean over and hold on to all of them…. I want to be a part of your life and hope that you will grow to love me and include me in yours. However much I think we are the same, there is still too much difference. I am grateful that you are happy, but your version of happiness does not look quite like mine.
Will we grow to understand each other more as you grow in years? Will you choose me willingly, or reluctantly, to be a part of your life?
With every fiber of my being, you…
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