All About Sadness; A.K.A. We Are Always Here For You

To my Dear Daughter,

My apologies for letting several weeks go by without a letter. Life is crazy, as you well know :) No good excuses, I will do better.

Honey, just want to let you know that the things you are going through and feeling right now are our top priority. I am glad that you are telling us how you are feeling. I never want you to suffer in silence. You have been through an awful lot of changes lately, and it should not be unexpected that you may have some sadness surrounding these changes and the stress you are under. We are here to help you, 100%. Keep talking to us, we want to help you.

We love you infinitely and unconditionally, regardless of whether you are happy or sad, cheerful or irritable. You are not to blame for your sadness; these things are normal and you have done nothing wrong. We're here for you, we support you, and we're going to work with you to make things better.

You and your brother are always in my prayers, that is just a totally normal way of operating for a Mom. But now more than ever. I have faith in God's love and concern for our family, and I have confidence that He will listen to my earnest pleas for peace, contentment, and comfort for you.

XXXOOO,
Mommy

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