What I want in this mother day


This morning, I read this. Yes, I want almost every point with additional requests (in Italic)

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I want you to be a decent human being.

I want you to be who you are, but don’t be an asshole (Although sometimes being an asshole is necessary and we have to learn to be one of them – only be an asshole when you really have to).

I want you to work hard at everything you do, because life is too short not to give it everything you’ve got.

I want you to ask for help when you need it.

I want you to help others when they need it.

I want you to learn how to cook (and clean after you cook), do your own laundry, pay your bills and know how to clean a bathroom (if you have time, please learn how to do gardening).

When you screw up, and you will, more than once, I want you to own it, because it’s the screw-ups that make the victories sweeter.

I want you to travel, because the world is huge and you are one part of it.

I want you to know that even when we hate each other we disagree and fight, I will never stop loving you.

I want you to play nicely with others.

I want you to feed your curiosity, but keep yourself safe.

I want you to find a way to do what you love, and realize that might look different than you originally thought.

I want you to respect every human being’s right to be who they are.

I want you to sometimes be more interested in someone else than in yourself, but don’t forget to always yourself respect.

I want you to know that you are flawed and you are extraordinary. There is no one else like you.

I want you to know that I would lay down my life for you in Lily Potter fashion any day of the week (not sure with this one).

I want you to realize how lucky you are every once in awhile even if only for an instant.

I want you to know love, even if it means getting hurt.

I want you to relax and not feel guilty about it.

I want you to know life can be brutally hard sometimes.

I want you to know that you can choose happiness even when the dark side offers you cookies.

And I wouldn’t mind breakfast in bed.

See, simple.

Love,

Ibu

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