This is the first time I saw this. :) So glad you liked my silly e-mail! Words can never say what it has meant to me to be your daughter.
Growing up in a small town, I got to see how everyone in my family was perceived. My father had many friends. My brother had innumerable admirers. My sister's academic achievements were praised. My cousins' mischief was remembered. Not a soul ever spoke ill of my mother, which is why I have no criminal record. ;)
If I try hard, I could be as smart as you. If I work hard, I could be as generous as you. But, confound it, no matter what I do, I'll never be as forgiving, as loving, or as understanding as you! When the rest of us get mad and lash out, let out our baser instincts, you seem to take a breath and a step back and offer sympathy or empathy. I'll just never stop admiring that.
I tell people the story of how my mother bought me a laptop and fell though her broken box spring days later and how I smoked a pack of cigarettes and threw up from guilt over being so damned spoiled. Your story would be how grateful you were to have the money on hand to buy your daughter a laptop and how grateful you were for a warm bed under a solid roof with healthy, safe food to eat each day.
If there were an injection available that gave your perspective, it ought to be offered with all the other inoculations! In my darkest, most bitter times, I need only think of you to realize how many blessings there are to count -- not simply because you've been thousands of blessings to me but also because I know, in my place in the life I've led, you'd find so many things I've overlooked to be worthy of gratitude. You bless the spiders for eating ickier bugs and the cold for reminding us we're warm. The more jaded I get, the less jaded I realize you've managed to become, not for ignorance but for understanding.
Wow.
Mom, I stand in awe of you each and every day, and you inspire me to be a better person. Thank God you gave me both my poison pen and the resistance to know when to use it.
Blah blah blah, right? What I mean to say is thank you, and I love you. :)
Growing up in a small town, I got to see how everyone in my family was perceived. My father had many friends. My brother had innumerable admirers. My sister's academic achievements were praised. My cousins' mischief was remembered. Not a soul ever spoke ill of my mother, which is why I have no criminal record. ;)
If I try hard, I could be as smart as you. If I work hard, I could be as generous as you. But, confound it, no matter what I do, I'll never be as forgiving, as loving, or as understanding as you! When the rest of us get mad and lash out, let out our baser instincts, you seem to take a breath and a step back and offer sympathy or empathy. I'll just never stop admiring that.
I tell people the story of how my mother bought me a laptop and fell though her broken box spring days later and how I smoked a pack of cigarettes and threw up from guilt over being so damned spoiled. Your story would be how grateful you were to have the money on hand to buy your daughter a laptop and how grateful you were for a warm bed under a solid roof with healthy, safe food to eat each day.
If there were an injection available that gave your perspective, it ought to be offered with all the other inoculations! In my darkest, most bitter times, I need only think of you to realize how many blessings there are to count -- not simply because you've been thousands of blessings to me but also because I know, in my place in the life I've led, you'd find so many things I've overlooked to be worthy of gratitude. You bless the spiders for eating ickier bugs and the cold for reminding us we're warm. The more jaded I get, the less jaded I realize you've managed to become, not for ignorance but for understanding.
Wow.
Mom, I stand in awe of you each and every day, and you inspire me to be a better person. Thank God you gave me both my poison pen and the resistance to know when to use it.
Blah blah blah, right? What I mean to say is thank you, and I love you. :)
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