Today, when you turn 25, and as an exception, I will not remember how each year to the girl left. All mothers we do, perhaps vain effort to revive this once. Today I want to talk about women that you've become.
An illusion:
The night I brought the world thought I was dying, but when I saw you I knew it was not just your life that began, but mine.
Sometimes I think my only mission in life, the only thing I really served was to bring into this world. Never in my wildest dreams, while planning to have children, would have amounted to imagine someone as wonderful as you.
And do not talk about this great bundle that Nature has given you. Neither of the brain as well built. It comes with one and go. I mean the guards treasure within. Could draw on a string of adjectives to define you, but it would be a generalization vague and incomplete. You're beautiful on the inside, nothing more. It will remain even if all this beauty go outside to escape to blend in with ordinary people.
A truth:
I love you, my child, and not just because I'm your mother and for only that reason is enough to explain. I want also to know how to detect the exact moment that someone needs a caress, or an ear to listen without question. You have all these gifts, certainly not inherited from me. I thank God for it, because you were made to bear my faults, by making the genetics has fought to drag you through life my anger, my carelessness, my aggressiveness ... My fears. You
out perfect in spite of me.
A but?: You disorderly
what? That is just the little defect necessary to be human. Always scolding you for that, but in reality you know long ago that the fault is my need to feel that I have control over something.
You do not need to order it from the outside to feel in control of your life. Your feet on the ground. You're like those reeds that grow along rivers, you know playing with the wind without fear that not even the strong wind the start of the land. That dad gave it to you, no doubt.
A tip:
not let no man ever makes you mourn. Cry for a good man, by his sorrows, but not because their actions, or inactions, you harm. Someone who makes you mourn is not a good companion for a lifetime ride. Look who can listen, who likes to talk about whatever, but not important. You know when you need to hold you that hug is your shelter.
not accept anyone do doubt your worth. Flee from those who make you feel guilty, and those who try to stoop to be higher. Stay away from those who tend to be fixed before the sewers in the flowers.
A pardon:
I am sorry for the beating of that day still remember, and two others showed only my memory to keep in mind always my stupidity. Also for not having taken the time to listen, when she came out to greet the evening when I came home from the office. I cared so much about your health, nutrition, and family chores so many useless, that together they will lap me you were not just enjoy your childhood.
If, despite my mistakes got to be a special person, I think a half will have been the work of father and the other of a god who has managed to forgive in the day to day, while you were building to be special you are today.
Anyway ... I do not know if you know already, I think yes, but I'll repeat again: you are the most important person in my life.
Happy Birthday, my darling.
I love you.
Mom.
An illusion:
The night I brought the world thought I was dying, but when I saw you I knew it was not just your life that began, but mine.
Sometimes I think my only mission in life, the only thing I really served was to bring into this world. Never in my wildest dreams, while planning to have children, would have amounted to imagine someone as wonderful as you.
And do not talk about this great bundle that Nature has given you. Neither of the brain as well built. It comes with one and go. I mean the guards treasure within. Could draw on a string of adjectives to define you, but it would be a generalization vague and incomplete. You're beautiful on the inside, nothing more. It will remain even if all this beauty go outside to escape to blend in with ordinary people.
A truth:
I love you, my child, and not just because I'm your mother and for only that reason is enough to explain. I want also to know how to detect the exact moment that someone needs a caress, or an ear to listen without question. You have all these gifts, certainly not inherited from me. I thank God for it, because you were made to bear my faults, by making the genetics has fought to drag you through life my anger, my carelessness, my aggressiveness ... My fears. You
out perfect in spite of me.
A but?: You disorderly
what? That is just the little defect necessary to be human. Always scolding you for that, but in reality you know long ago that the fault is my need to feel that I have control over something.
You do not need to order it from the outside to feel in control of your life. Your feet on the ground. You're like those reeds that grow along rivers, you know playing with the wind without fear that not even the strong wind the start of the land. That dad gave it to you, no doubt.
A tip:
not let no man ever makes you mourn. Cry for a good man, by his sorrows, but not because their actions, or inactions, you harm. Someone who makes you mourn is not a good companion for a lifetime ride. Look who can listen, who likes to talk about whatever, but not important. You know when you need to hold you that hug is your shelter.
not accept anyone do doubt your worth. Flee from those who make you feel guilty, and those who try to stoop to be higher. Stay away from those who tend to be fixed before the sewers in the flowers.
A pardon:
I am sorry for the beating of that day still remember, and two others showed only my memory to keep in mind always my stupidity. Also for not having taken the time to listen, when she came out to greet the evening when I came home from the office. I cared so much about your health, nutrition, and family chores so many useless, that together they will lap me you were not just enjoy your childhood.
If, despite my mistakes got to be a special person, I think a half will have been the work of father and the other of a god who has managed to forgive in the day to day, while you were building to be special you are today.
Anyway ... I do not know if you know already, I think yes, but I'll repeat again: you are the most important person in my life.
Happy Birthday, my darling.
I love you.
Mom.
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