Dear Self
Dear Self,
I have realized, as the days go by that I can't hate you, anymore. There are so many reasons, but let me first say thank you. You have given me many blessings over the years. They continue to bless me every day. They bless me with crayon on the walls, and grape juice on the carpet. They bless me by missing the toilet, and wasting the shampoo. They bless me with using toothpaste on the mirror, and locking the cat in my closet without a cat-box.
Mostly, they bless me with unconditional love, deep understanding, and give me a safe haven to play with them and relearn how to be a child. They kiss my boo-boos for me as I kiss theirs. The grubby hands wrapped around my neck may seem to be entirely a mixed blessing, but in truth is it my arms wrapped around them holding on so I don't get lost.
I can't hate you, anymore. Because self, I must be worth something to have produced such blessings. Maybe, just maybe, after-all... I am not cursed as I thought when my own parents turned away from me.
So thank you self, for giving me back to me. For restoring my faith in humanity. But mostly, thank you for the grubby little hands clutched in mine with love.
Sincerely, The Other Self
Dear Self
Dear Self,
I have realized, as the days go by that I can't hate you, anymore. There are so many reasons, but let me first say thank you. You have given me many blessings over the years. They continue to bless me every day. They bless me with crayon on the walls, and grape juice on the carpet. They bless me by missing the toilet, and wasting the shampoo. They bless me with using toothpaste on the mirror, and locking the cat in my closet without a cat-box.
Mostly, they bless me with unconditional love, deep understanding, and give me a safe haven to play with them and relearn how to be a child. They kiss my boo-boos for me as I kiss theirs. The grubby hands wrapped around my neck may seem to be entirely a mixed blessing, but in truth is it my arms wrapped around them holding on so I don't get lost.
I can't hate you, anymore. Because self, I must be worth something to have produced such blessings. Maybe, just maybe, after-all... I am not cursed as I thought when my own parents turned away from me.
So thank you self, for giving me back to me. For restoring my faith in humanity. But mostly, thank you for the grubby little hands clutched in mine with love.
Sincerely, The Other Self