Me, March 7, 1996

Once and awhile I wonder why you love me.
Me and my not so perfect body.
Me and my crazy moods.
How could you in your wonderfulness love me in my messes?
And every time I find myself doing things that hurt you, somehow you can forgive me.
And on top of that you help me out of the hole that I dug for myself.
You forgive my constant mistakes and forget them.
When I do things that embarrass you, you don’t look the other way and pretend that you don’t know me. You walk over, take my hand and stand with me in my shame.
When I’m hurt, you cry with me.
When I’m angry, you counteract me with peace.
Through all my mistakes, embarrassments, heartaches and anger, you love me.
In my unperfectness, you always love me.

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6 Responses to “Me, March 7, 1996”

  1. Merededeux

    Did you write that? It’s beautiful.

  2. pretendingsanity

    Thanks. Yeah I did, when I was 15. :)

  3. Tanya

    Just delurking to say – what a beautiful piece of writing! So many times I have thought the exact same thing myself.

  4. Cher

    And, of whom are you speaking? Or does this have many meanings?
    Thank you for sharing. The reader can personalize.

  5. elizabeth

    simply beautiful. something i should send to my darling hubby on a regular basis!!!

  6. Joy

    There are only a few people in the world like Allison. I wouldn’t still be a mother if it weren’t for her. I wouldn’t be sober if it weren’t for her. I wouldn’t be able to hold my head up if it weren’t for her. Maybe one day I will have the courage to do tell you exactly what Allison did for me. In truth, it is more than I ever expected or believed anyone would or could do.

    Who can find a virtuous woman, her price is far above rubies.

    Allison is the first to defend me and the last to condemn me. Allison knows all of my faults, she sees my weaknesses and she still loves me. She is quick to praise me for doing the smallest thing, she offers criticism only when I can handle it and only if it will help. When I do things that make others angry, Allison evaluates every angle to make sure that anger is the appropriate response and usually ends up offering me empathy and understanding.

    All these things that Allison gives me day to day (in addition to the new pants, shirts, mascara, shoes, thoughtfully knitted hats and sweaters, etc) equate to the most powerful force in the world. Allison loves me. I don’t feel like I deserve it, but since I respect her opinion I have to also respect that if she thinks that I’m worth it, than I will think that as well.

    She is a rare gift, a blessing to our family. I am so proud of her, so intrigued by her, so amazed by her abilities. I am so glad that my children and I have her in our life. I cannot envy her, her position doesn’t allow jealousy, her realm leaves no spaces for hate. I can only appreciate her, thank her, praise her, and realize that her belief in me is an investment. And Allison’s investments do not go wrong.

    This is how I know I will succeed.

    Thank you Allison, for teaching us how to be a virtuous woman. And thank you for loving me- still. I am amazed by you.

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