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Thursday, April 15, 2021

To my teenage son

Dear Adrian,

It's on Thursday, 15th April 2021, 1300hrs as I write this to you. I hope that when you get to your teenage years, you might read this and understand. 

I know there are days you might be upset with me or your father. You might even feel resentful towards us for the choices we make for you but don't for a minute forget that we will love you always and forever. 

I personally, aspire to be your best friend. I want you to come to me with or for anything. And if you ever feel that I have not lived up to this words here, please confront me about it.

Adrian, I need you to know that life is not a bed of roses. Yes, there are days you will laugh, love and enjoy life but there are days you will be hurt, rejected or even mocked. On those days when you feel down in the dumps, I need you to remember that it's okay to feel that way and that, that doesn't mean you're less of a person. It's just the way life is. We're not always the best for everyone but we're always enough for those who matter and to me, you will always be more than enough.

My love, the world is full of trials. There are days you will feel like you want to give up. Don't. Gather up your courage, motivation and determination and keep pushing. Life keeps on going and I promise that even if you spend the entire night crying, joy will surely come in the morning.

You might fall in love and be heartbroken. You might even be mocked by your own friends or rejected in some places you go but darling, always do your best. Not to please man but to please God. Always put God first in everything you do and I promise that the reward will be far much greater. Let not any vile thing be mentioned in the same sentence as your name. 

I pray that you grow into a kind, brave and decent man. May you live a long and peaceful life and may you learn how to treat everyone with compassion. May God's favor and blessings always follow you. 

Above everything else, always know that you are my heart. Without you, I am nothing.

With love,

Mom.




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