The Third

Dear Mom,

I forgive you.  For the choices that were made and were wrong.  For all the hurt and pain.  For the insecurities.  I forgive you.

I love you.  For standing up when others would fall down.  For getting back up when others would remain down.  For doing the best you could. I love you.

I have learned who I want to be and who I don't not to be based in part from your example. I want to be resilient, I want to be self-sufficient, I want to have the good heart.  I don't want to be hard, I don't ever want my children to feel like a man came first, I don't want to change for anyone but myself.  I have learned.

Mom, all I can say is we are going to make it.  Life has dealt us quite a hand but somehow you have helped to give me the tools and love I need to overcome it.

See you soon!
Mel P