Dear Mom and Dad,
Growing up I asked you all the time about parenting. Not all the “How does going to bed at 7 P.M. is going to help my development as a future adult,” but “why,”?
You always seemed to have the answers. The questions you didn’t have the answer to, you just told me that I would understand when I got older.
Initially I thought it was a blow off answer. But now I know you were right.
For all the mistakes I made, you were there to pick me up.
For all the mistakes you made, you tried the best you could under trying circumstances
For all the hard times we had financially, you gave value to the possessions we did have.
For every meaningless toy we wanted but couldn’t and shouldn’t have gotten, you gave us an adventures money could never buy. How many stories could we fill about adventures on the way to adventures, such as walking down a parkway in Chicago to get White Castle or me wasting a half of a roll of film to get a picture of a rooster at Knotts Berry Farm.
You gave us hope through the darkness of a New York blackout, and love through the darkest moments in our family. When people attempted to divide, we came closer as a family.
I used to push you away, in fear of something I could never put my finger on, maybe it was a cool factor or just misunderstanding the moment you were having.
I just didn’t get it as a child
I didn’t get it when I was a kid but I finally understand today.
I love you,