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5.9.13

My promise to my future child

Dear Child,

I hope that whatever age you or I will be, and whatever phase or fad you or I will take part in, that we will still communicate openly and regularly. I pray that I will have the brains and balls to sit patiently with you and have a conversation. My promise to you is that whatever is on your mind, from the most innane, or current-generation, pop-culture reference possible to the more serious questions or comments that you will have, that I will listen. And if it is ever something that nears or lands in the spectrum of sad or unfortunate topics, I promise I will never be angry at you. I'm not a robot so I may be upset, surprised, or show whatever possible excited emotion, but I will never react in a way that will make you question your existence or identity. However, if that ever happens, I hope you'll call me out.

I won't ever be your best friend, maybe not even a friend, but I'll be a mother whose only and greatest gift I can give to you is to show empathy and be supportive. I will push you because I know that you can reach farther than you can imagine but I will never limit you with my thoughts. I won't ever be your crutch, but your cheerleader. And of course, as your mother, I will tell you what to do, because I can but I will take the time to step in your shoes before passing judgment, because you, my dear, have thoughts and beliefs. 

At the end of the day, you, I, and everyone else in the world is imperfect, but I hope you will never feel a void in your life, your soul, your being that you believe is my job to fill.

Love,
Your Future Mother