For the last seven years, I had been so fixated on your becoming the person I want you to become. I had always been trying to push you to become better. I never stopped (and still hasn’t stopped, by the way) until you become that person.
I was never content with who you were at any given moment. Whenever you made a mistake, I found it difficult to look at you in front of the mirror. There were even times when I would utter terrible words at you. Sometimes, I couldn’t help but curse whenever I see you falling short.
I’m sorry for not accepting you, let alone loving you, for you who you are. Right here. Right now.
Starting today, please allow me to love you, to accept you, and to embrace you. Please let me help pick you up whenever you stumble and fall. Let me cry with you and heal with you whenever you fall short, whenever you get broken, and whenever you get wounded.
Today, I want you to know that I’m proud of you. I’m proud of whom you turned out to be. I love who you have become. I understand that you are not yet the person I want you to become. But, I already love you for who you are right now — even with all your flaws and shortcomings.
I’m sorry it took me seven long years to appreciate and accept you. But, thank you for being you.