I remember meeting you when I was just a child. You were getting ready to marry a relative of mine. I was enamored with you, although I can’t remember why. Maybe it was because you seemed so beautiful, so young and in love. I wanted to grow up and be like you – energetic, great smile, and big sparkling eyes. I wrote you an embarrassingly sappy letter at the time, telling you how cool I thought you were, and even quoting Bette Midler lyrics. I feel so ignorant now, but I was young then and I didn’t know who you’d become.
You’ve made a series of mistakes, or what I’ve seen as mistakes, in your life that have tarnished my opinion of you. Maybe you weren’t ready to be young, married, and a mother. You sure didn’t act appropriately for those roles. Who am I to judge though? I’m no saint myself. But I just can’t look at you the same anymore, not through the eyes of a child. You can’t change what you’ve done, but I hope you choose to start taking the high road.