3.09.2012

To my children, big and small, but mostly the bigger ones...

I think about you alot.

I wish your life was different. I wish things were easy and carefree.

I hurt when you hurt.

I am sad when you are sad.

I am happy when you are happy.

I worry when you are out late at night.

I worry when I hear sirens and hope you are safe.

I am proud of you when you don't even know it; when you think you haven't done anything for me to be proud of.


This is a post I had started back in January with thoughts of my 17 year old daughter Megan in mind. As I read it now, I wish so badly that I had posted it, or even said it out loud to her. I wish she could see it and know how much I meant it...
Erika
© erikalandon 2010

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Everything will turn out ok Erika. Trust Me

Erika Landon said...

Trust you, anonymous?

No. I can't. I don't know you.

I hope you are right. I hope against all hope...

Anonymous said...

You do know me. And I hope I'm right too...

Erika Landon said...

Thank you.