Sunday, July 16, 2017

Dear Ethan

When I found out I was pregnant for you, after I wrapped my scared confused mind around the reality that I was going to have a baby, I sold my musical instruments to buy a crib. After you were born, when you were two weeks old, I took a waitressing job and my mother watched you in that crib so I could keep the money I made toting people's food and earning a few dollars being nice.

And you don't owe me anything, and I have no regrets; these are the things parents do.

When you have children, you will understand one thing more than anything else: parents don't give up on their children. Not for anything, not ever. They break our hearts, talk back, make messes, have wacky ideas and make decisions that hurt and sometimes scare us. But parents never give up on their children.

Parents believe in their children, and I believe in you.

I don't care what path you choose, but I do care that you are happy, healthy and whole. More than anything, when we disagree, or when you are afraid I won't approve of something, I want you to remember that I love you. I support you and accept you, the real you, and I will always have your back, even when I disagree with you or when it is painful or inconvenient.

That's what parents do.
And I am proud, so very proud, to be your parent.