I'm not sure where to start because there are many things I want to say and go around in my head in a scattered way, without order, a bit like we are children: inconstant, energetic, changing, we are both laughing and crying and We love you as much as we tell you that I do not want you at all. The fact is that I have sat here, mother, with my bad handwriting and a somewhat wrinkled paper to tell you how much I love you and thank you for what you are.
I know that, since I was born, you have tried to do things well, or very well. The fear of failure, the fear of being wrong, the fear of not doing important things or doing things that could harm me have made you very aware of everything and I know that this generates a bit of anxiety. Anxiety or fear, that the most important person in your life, I, can reproach you as sometimes, inside, you reproach your parents. And you see me, sitting to thank you, so something you have done very well, although sometimes you do not feel exactly that.
I know that you have lived many hard things, that you have suffered in many aspects and I know that with me you had the desire to finally do something very well and that you saw the opportunity to cure old wounds through motherhood because, does it not enrich and makes someone grow as a person to know that you are raising and feeding a baby in the best way possible? Is it not motivation and pride to know that you are giving your best to make your children good? Is it not sharing, giving, offering the best of one when the perfect circle closes between what one is and what the other can become? Because when a mother is the best that can offer are not toys, gifts, or the best clothes, but their love, their time and their love. And this, although it is bad to say it, not all mothers (or all parents) give it in the same way. Why do I say this, mom? Well, because I want you to know that the day you're gone, the day you miss me, the day you leave, your legacy will remain in me forever. Your words, your kisses, your caresses, your affection ... and your imperfections. All this will remain in me, in my learning, in my life, in my way of being, and I will also transmit it to my children so that, in a certain way, each new generation will be a little of who you are.