Week 8 Dear child...

Dear Beloved Child,
I am your mother. I am writing this to you from the past. I want you to know that whatever you decide to be in life, you can be. Don't worry about the problems too much going on in the world or what society tells you to be. I wouldn't ever lie to you. You can always come to me for anything. I didn't always agree with the way my parents treated me so I'm not going to treat you that way. You are probably going to be my number one priority. You will be treated with love but also be disciplined. I'm not gonna be your best friend because I am your mother. That doesn't mean that we wont have good times and what not, but I will always be your mother and I will always love you for you. I wont try to change you into my perfect child. I brought you into this world forcefully, you can be who you want. You want to dig ditches? Well you dig the best ditch that you can and I will stand by your side and fully support you. Some things you should know about me... Growing up, I was always self conscious, I want to raise you to not be self conscious about yourself. But if you do, I will help you through it. You will be Hispanic and dont be ashamed of that. Be proud of who you will be and never regret your decisions because at some point, you thought that was the best decision you could make. I also never had a good relationship with my family, so if you wonder why you dont hear me talk a lot about our family, that's why. I also hope our relationship will be great but if it doesn't, I will try to make your life great, even if there's tension. You will also have to work for what you want. I'm not saying get a job at 13, but if you want some things in specific, you might need to work things off around the house or prove it to me in school grades and whatnot. I could write to you all day and make it pages upon pages, but for now I must go. I love you already and hope for the best. 

                                                                                                                                Love,                                                                                                                                                                                                            Mom