Friday, 12 July 2013

Letter From Mother to Daughter:

This was another gem I had found in the Facebook world. But before you read it, I just wanted to share a story about myself and my mother:

As you know, my name is Kimberly Joy. Joy is actually my middle name. After I was fostered and then adopted by the same family, my parents decided to give me this middle name. Why? Because I was the "joy" of their lives.

My mother had battled Cancer and left this world when I was only ten years old. I was angry. It wasn't fair. It had changed me. It definitely made me grow up a bit faster. Although I had lost such a wonderful woman, I sometimes think what would life be like if she was still here? Well, I think that she would've appreciated this letter:

Letter from a Mother to a Daughter

"My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.

If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say:
“You said the same thing a minute ago”... Just listen, please. 

Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story 
night after night until you would fall asleep.

When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl? 

When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology,
give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way... remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day...

The day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.

If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. 

Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.

And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before,
 give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.

When those days come, don’t feel sad... just be with me,
and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared.
With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you,

I just want to say, I love you... my darling daughter. "

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