I am your child.
I am your student.
I am your husband.
I am your wife.
I am your brother, your sister.
Your mother, your father.
I am a human being doing my best.
And I need you to see me as I am.
I need you to SEE me as I AM.
I need you to allow me to be myself with you.
I want to tell you my truth.
Can you hear me?
I am screaming at you with my eyes wide and my mouth shut.
I need you to give me the gift that comes in a simple card that reads:
You are not me.
You are you.
And I love you.
As you are.
I need you to tell me this to my face:
I love you even when and especially when you don’t agree with me because we have so much to learn from each other on this journey.
Why is that so hard?
What are you afraid of?
Why do you tell me not to feel what I’m feeling when I’m feeling it?
Why do you tell me to believe what you believe when I am still searching?
Why do you dream for me when I have my own dreams?
Why do you think you get to choose whom I will become?
Please know this.
Just because you are older or smarter or richer or poorer or ____-er does not make you wiser.
I have seen wisdom spring from unexpected people and unexpected places.
Especially when that silence is imposed.
Please. It is awful not to feel loved.
Hear my voice.
See my face.
Feel my pain.
Set me free.