I hope one day you will understand that I wasn’t supported in the ways I needed.
I hope you can see that I tried my best in situations and relationships and a society that sets women up to fail because the expectations are too high and the supports are too minimal.
I hope you can see that I was tired not angry.
That I got up each day for you.
That any good I did was what I wished I could give you all the time.
I hope you are better than me. That I gave you what you needed.
That I taught you how and where to get the rest.
That you know how to advocate in ways I was never allowed.
I hope I have let you be who you were created to be.
I hope you can see yourselves clearly.
I know I can only hope and that so much is out of my control.
But for you… each day I hope.