I still think about you. I still wonder how you are doing.
It has been 10 months but I still miss you and still think about you.
I didn’t always show it. But I loved you so much. I would do
things differently if it meant I could spend more time with you. I would have
waited to say goodbye. And explain that I love you but would no longer be with
you every day. I wasn’t always the best caregiver. I was tired. I was
over-emotional. I was drained. And sometimes I wrongfully took my frustrations
out on you.
I learned a lot about myself through you. I learned what
kind of mother that I will be one day. I learned that I need to set boundaries
when I have kids of my own. I can’t always give in to what you want. I can’t
spoil you. But I know I will love. Because if I loved you as much as I did, I
cannot imagine what it will be like to have kids of my own.
I wish I could have always protected you from the people who
did not feel the same way that I did about you, the people that saw you as
walking money bags. I knew you all so well. I knew how to get you asleep. I
knew what your favorite colors were. I knew which toys were your favorites and
I knew when you needed an extra hug because you missed your mom.
But after awhile I became so drained, and so tired, of the
things about you that wore me out, that I lost touch with what it was all
about. It was all about loving you and showing you Jesus through me. It was all
about loving you when you didn’t get that love at home. It was all about love.
Forgetting the things that frustrated me with co-workers and unfair bosses and
knowing that I would be able to love you and be a good teacher regardless.
I never meant for my
emotions and actions to hurt you. I miss so many things about you. You were all
so unique and special in your own ways. I can imagine the people that you will
turn out to be. I miss the hugs and the silliness and the games we played.
I never really got to say good-bye. Not really. I had to
give you my last hugs and end nine month relationships so abruptly. I think
that’s why I haven’t gotten over it. Why I still miss you.
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