My Sweet Girls
To the Loves of My Life;
I want to start by saying I’m sorry — truly. Not because I’m trying to make you responsible for my feelings or to pull at your heart, but because I know I haven’t always shown up as the mother you deserved. You have every right to feel whatever you feel, and I respect that.
I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on how things unfolded. I never imagined motherhood would play out the way it has for us. When I was younger, I promised myself I would be everything I never had. I read the books, took the classes, and poured every dream I had into becoming the mom you could rely on. But life has a way of forcing us to face the lessons we didn’t know we still carried.
For most of my life, fear has been the loudest voice in my head — fear of being abandoned, fear of not being enough, fear of loving so deeply that losing someone would break me. That fear started in my childhood and followed me into adulthood. And without meaning to, I let it shape how I reacted, how I loved, and how I tried to protect myself.
That fear didn’t come from you. It came long before you were ever born. But it affected you, and for that, I am sorry.
I want you to understand something important: my reactions were never about wanting to control you, pressure you, or guilt you. They came from a place inside me that was terrified of ever losing you the way I once lost people I loved. I didn’t know how to handle those emotions back then. I’m learning now — slowly, honestly, and with humility.
This time apart has forced me to face everything I used to run from. It’s taught me what unconditional love actually looks like — quiet, steady, strong. It doesn’t cling. It doesn’t demand. It makes space. It waits with an open heart.
I’ve learned that even with my mistakes, I am still worthy of love. And so are you — always.
I thank God every single day for the gift of being alive, for every experience that shaped me, and especially for the privilege of being your mom. Even the hard moments have taught me something valuable. I wouldn’t erase them, because they’ve brought me to a place of honesty and peace I didn’t have before.
You owe me nothing — not an explanation, not a response, not a timeline. I don’t need anything from you except the hope that one day, when you’re ready, we’ll be able to talk again. There’s no pressure. No rush. No expectations.
I only want you to know this:
I love you. I always have. I always will. There is nothing you could ever say or do that would change that.
Thank you for being born. Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for the love you’ve given me in the time we had together.
I hope this letter helps you understand my heart a little more. I’ll be here whenever you’re ready — in your timing, not mine.
With all my love,
Mom