Sorry I didn’t always do things in the way (or order) you thought I should, but quite frankly, your screwups made me seriously doubt your wisdom, and besides, what could I ever hope to learn from conformity?
p.s. I hope I turned out alright in your eyes.
I know I haven’t always been the best role model and that you have questioned many of my life decisions, but I hope you will one day appreciate that I never gave up on life, and that I had the passion and willingness to be adventurous.
p.s. None of my mistakes were ever a reflection of our relationship – you know that, right?
I know that I have bashed you around a lot, and some of it must have felt like punishment, and some like foolishness, and I know that I have tested every ounce of trust and faith, but isn’t that what life is about: pushing limits and growing?
p.s. I actually think I was both afraid and awed by you: as an ego, I mean.
It’s been a journey, and every time I thought I had a handle on things, you’d always pull the rug out from under me, and I was never quite certain whether you were breaking or making me. It’s been a bit like navigating blindfolded while you drive.
p.s. I know this ride isn’t over yet, but I am getting older – could you go gently from here on in?
Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.