I love that you’re like me, but I’m scared that you’re just like me.
I see your impulsiveness, just as I recognize my own.
I love that when you have an idea, you must dive in, however, I worry that when you have an idea, you dive in without hypothesizing or with a plan in place.
I love that when you love, you love with your entire heart, just like me. However, it scares me that you love so hard, so fast, just like me.
I love your appreciation for the small things, and that you go out of your way to do the same for others, but I worry that someone along the way will take you for granted and will hurt you, just like me. I worry how those things will scar you and force you to build walls around you to keep yourself protected.
I love that you open up to everyone around you and shine so brightly, no worries of what others may think, just like me.
I don’t worry what others may think of you, but I worry their actions, or what they say at the expense of your shine might hurt you, just like me.
I love that you laugh without abandon. I love that you laugh so hard, you cannot catch your breath. I love that you laugh so hard, tears stream down your face, just like me.
I love that you start five different projects, ideas, and books, just like me.
I love that you talk as fast as ideas and thoughts flow through your brain, just like me.
I love that you’re kind to those who are mean to you; that you bargain excuses “Maybe they just had a bad day…” just like me. I worry that one day you will shut others out because being burned hurts, and being burned many times is excruciating.
I love that nervous nod you do when everyone around you is laughing about something and you don’t know why, so you smile and laugh too, just like me.
I love how you ponder “What if’s,” and “maybe’s” just like me.
I love how you don’t take life too seriously on the outside, but you do on the inside, just like me. I worry that you might go to dark places at some point in your life, just like me.
I love how much about you is just like me. However, I am terrified that so much of you is just like me.
I worry that you will face the same realizations in life as I did. I worry that people will tear down the beautiful walls you’ve carved out shaping the way you view the world. I worry that you’ll see that not everyone appreciates your kind heart and empathy; I worry that people will take advantage of you and that you’ll become jaded and hollowed on the inside, just like me.
I worry you’ll become a cynic and not trust the words of others because you’ve been burned. I worry that those burns will turn to hardened scars and you’ll view the world through a cracked lens as you age. I worry that you’ll look at the world and see a dark pit, rather than a shiny disco ball that turns round and round with lust and allure waiting for you at every turn.
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I’m scared you’ll lose your optimism, your high view of the world and its people. I wonder if you’ll keep at it, though? I wonder if you’ll allow each day to start fresh with a new optimistic outlook, or if the things that happened to you yesterday, ten days ago, or ten years ago will shape the way you view the world, your optimism, but most of all, your happiness.
I love how much of you is just like me, but I’m terrified of how much of you is just like me.
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Beautiful. But you are magic. And it’s good to have more of you in this world.
I just love you. Thank-you <3
I see so much of me in Olivia and Ruby… but not the best parts of me. I suffer from depression that shows itself as anger. Both of my girls have extreme anger issues. I do not want my girls to wake up angry (Ruby does) , or have absolutely no patience (already seeing this in Olivia). But I also see so much of my best parts in my girls too. Hopefully the good will prevail.
This is such a real fear and joy all at the same time. Before I even had children, I knew that one day there was a possibility that if I did have them, they might develop the same struggles I have with being overly obsessive with an addictive personality. My life has done a 180 in the past 10 years, but I do think about how I will handle things if they come to me with questions or similar feelings. How much is taught and how much is inherited?