Dear Kid and/or Future Kids:
Nothing you could ever do will ever make me love you any less.
I will bug the holy hell of you from the time you’re old enough to talk until I die to make sure I know everything that’s going on with you in your life. I may not like your friends or what you do in your spare time or what color you dye your hair, but I’ll still love you.
I never want you to feel like you can’t talk to me about something for fear of what I’ll think, because guess what? I’ll support you no matter what. If you don’t feel like I’m supporting you, I won’t be mad if you tell me that. I’ll learn. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that you have my support on everything you do and everything you are.
As long as the people you date and the person you want to spend your life with treats you and your family with respect, I will support and love you and just feel blessed that you’ve found someone like that. It would be impossible for me to care any less what color, sex, religion, size, ethnicity, race, number of limbs, favorite sports team (except the Yankees), or anything else the person you love it.
I will always love you. RIP Whitney. I will go out of my way to make sure you feel that love. I will always be proud of you as long as you give your best. I will always stand up for you. I won’t let other people talk smack about you. I’ll defend you and protect you the best I know how.
If ever you feel like any of this isn’t happening, you call me on it, kid. You deserve better.