To My Friend’s Kids: I Love You Like You’re Mine
To my friend’s children:
I hope you know how much I love you. You do not belong to me, but I love you as you are. You’re not cursing my niece or my nephew, but you have a choice … and that means you stay with me forever. You are my elect sister’s baby and that means you have a piece of my heart and you will always have one.
I’m your fan, I see you grow like a sold-out bandie on tour. I enjoyed every minute watching the person you become. I love your smile and your laugh. I love it when I see in you look at your mother and also your father. You are so she and you are so much at the same time.
I firmly believe in bonus mothers. My children have your mother and you have me. I hope she loves my children the way she likes him, and she trusts me to do the same. When life becomes difficult or complicated, I am always an SMS or a phone call. ** If you collide with your mother, I do not want to call myself an expert … but I am an expert and she is an expert in me. **
I will take care of you when you arrive in these difficult years. Are you stuck at a driverless party? I’m here. No judgment, no questions … You have to free yourself because life is hard and complicated? I will deliver the coffee. You have to attack my fridge? My fridge is your fridge and my pizza is your pizza. I will always have your back. I think so
You better believe, I’ll shout my eyes to your high school diploma. I am your mother who forgot to put waterproof mascara and that looks like a fight with a black eyeliner. Do not even let me start on your wedding day or when you hold your own baby in your arms. They are going to do great things and I am here for them.
I am so proud of you. No matter what you do or whatever your age, I will always remember your youth and your freshness. I will always remember the day your mother told me she was pregnant. I remember so much joy that I can touch her. I remember your mother watching you as she held you in her arms. She looked at you as if you had hung the moon and she still does. I changed your diapers (sorry), I held you while you took a bottle, and I caught you when you fell and you skinned one knee. I am invested At the time, I was invested, now I am invested and here in the long term.
Your mother is stuck with me and you too.
I love you
We are mothers, millions of unique women united by motherhood. We are scary and proud. But scary mothers are more than mothers. We are partners (and ex-partners), girls, sisters, friends … and we need a space to talk about things other than children.