Dear Jiwo,
I love you not because of your accomplishments. Winning
competitions, getting good scores at school, or getting stickers from your
teacher because you could read the words she wrote on the black board make me
proud because I know how hard you try.
I love you not because of the good things that you do. Cleaning
up your mess, kissing my knee to make the hurt go away, and saying just the
right thing when I was tired make me happy because they tell me how big and kind
your heart is.
I won’t stop loving you because of the bad things that you
do. Whining, refusing to clean up you toys, and not being careful even after I told
you to so many times won’t stop me from loving you because even when I’m angry I
love you so much still.
When you grow old and have kids on your own, I will still
love you as much as the first day you started your journey here on earth.
Whatever you do and whatever you don’t do, when you achieve and
when you fail, I will love always.
Simply because you’re my son.
Love,
Mama
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