Thursday, May 29, 2014

Hitting close to home . . .

A beautifully written letter from a mother to her daughter ...


“My dear girl. The day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.

If when we talk, I tend to repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt me to say “You said the same thing just a minute ago.” Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same bedtime story night after night until you would fall asleep.

When I don’t want to or feel like taking a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you as you made excuses, the whole time trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a little girl?

When I appear ignorant when it comes to new technology, give me the time to try and learn and don’t look at me that way ... because remember honey, I patiently taught you how to do so many things such as eating, getting dressed, combing your hair, right from wrong and dealing with life’s day to day issues.

The day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all try to understand what I’m going through. So if I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be scared, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is just to be with you.

And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, offer me your hand to take the same way that I gave you mine when you first began to walk.

When those days come sweetheart, don’t feel sad ... just be with me, and understand me with love while I get to the end of my life. I’ll love, cherish and thank you for the gift of the time and joy we shared.

With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say ... I love you."


Love you too Mama .... 


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