This is something I have been wanting to do for a very long time. After witnessing the most horrifying RTA in my life, I figured I might as well do this now.
This post is a work in progress and I will add more as and when I get time.As most of you know me and my wonderful kids, if there is anything you want to add, do leave a comment.
As your mother, there are so much I want to tell you.
First of all let me begin by apologizing for leaving your father.
I come from a broken family and I know more than anyone how important it is for children to have a proper family. I wanted to give you an ideal family. A father and mother living together, weaving the magic of perfect family and raising wonderful kids together.
Believe me when I tell you that I tried. I really tried to give you a family and only quit when I could no longer cope.
However, I need you to understand two things.
one: It was never your fault. Whatever issues I had with your father was my own. It was never because of the three of you. NEVER.
Two: Your father and I wanted each of you very much. We waited anxiously for your arrival, we shared the joys and the heartaches. and I know your father will agree with me when I tell you that the three of you mean the world to both of us, even when we live apart. It is also true that the three of you will come first before anyone else in our life.
However, just because I didn’t get along well with your father doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t/wouldn’t.
He is your father and you will respect him. He is not perfect,but remember always that neither are you.
I have enjoyed every second of being your mother. The three of you are the best thing that ever happened to me.
I was never a perfect mother. I probably screwed up most of the time. But there are things I wanted you to learn and I am hoping that I taught you to
believe in yourself
stand up for what you think is right
to say sorry when you are wrong
not to judge
to think outside the box
to look for the silver lining in every grey cloud
to lose gracefully
to win graciously
As you grow up, you will learn that life isn’t a bed of roses. ( remember, even the most prettiest roses have thorns).
You will also learn that sometimes you lose.
In every race, in every game there is only one winner. But it isn’t always the winning that matters. It is the game, the race, being part of it, that is what matters. It takes courage to participate, knowing that you only have 50 % chance to win.
Give it a go. be it love,be it the exams that you never studied for or the badminton game with your friend.Don’t be afraid to do something because you know you would lose.
It is ok to lose. You can always try again.