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Day 24 (after a long break)

a letter to your parents

I have had a bit of a break from the blogging. We have had lots going on in our lives with the purchase of a new business, a trip over east for training, the holiday season fast approaching and general day to day life with three kids. I would like to say the break in my blogging was totally due to being busy but that would be a lie. Every time I think about writing my blog I remember that day 24's post is a letter to my parents and I put it off. I have complicated relationships with my parents, and sharing my thoughts and feelings about those relationships with the whole world, including family members seems daunting. I have, however, decided to finally bite the bullet and complete day 24's post so I can move on with the challenge. So here goes nothing...

Dear Mum & Dad 


Firstly I want you both to know that I love you very much and I hope that nothing I say in this letter upsets you or makes you feel that you have failed as a parent. I have very different relationships with each of you and I value those relationships greatly. 

Mum, you have raised my practically on your own and have always tried to make the decisions that best served my needs. You have put your needs after mine for as long as I can remember and even when we fight please know you are the person that I look up to and trust more than anyone in the world. I'm sorry for the times we fight, but when two people have spent as much time together as you and I, it is bound to happen sometimes. I thank you so much for all the sacrifices you made and how hard you worked to make yourself a better person, woman, parent and friend. Thank you for all the support you have given to me as I have grown into the role of mother and wife. I know it was not what you dreamed for me when I was growing up, but thank you for supporting every decision I make. I know you think you have made mistakes in the choices you have made for me or allowed me to make for myself but please know that I value every experience I have had in my life, good and bad, and know that I would not be the person I am today without those experiences. I also know that you made the best decision you could make at the time and want you to know that I don't blame you for any of the bad things, so you shouldn't either. You are a role model, a friend and the best mum a girl could ask for. I love you.


Dad, where to start. Ours is a funny relationship, one that I fear has never had the chance to become all that it could be. I wish that we had spent more time together and you had gotten the chance to know me more as a person rather than just as your daughter. I know there is still the opportunity for this to happen in the future but I worry that we have left it too late. There is still a part of me that is the little girl seeking her daddy's approval and I sometimes think I probably try to hard around you. I do appreciate that you gave me the freedom to make my own decisions when other father's may not and that you allowed me to spend time with my sister at my mum's house as well as yours. There are lots of things I could bring up about what I wish could have been different, but the past is the past and there is no changing it. I hope you know that I love you and I always will.


Thank you for the roles you have both played in my life, I think I've turned out ok despite being a little bit broken! :)


I love you both


Tiffany
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