Kick off your sunday shoes.

Dear Joanna,
I’m writing this letter to you because we both know that it’s the only way you’ll understand. I wanted to tell you what I keep stored in my mind.
First of all, thank you. Thank you for practicing your patience today. That you for not fighting with your mother, and trying to adjust your stubborn attitude. You know, how you go all quiet and cold when you don’t get what you want, how you guilt the person into giving in. It’s not nice. You can’t always have your way, and thank you for dealing with that.
Second, thank you for standing up for yourself. You usually want to be friends with everyone, want to be liked by all the people you know. But you have finally grown to understand that it doesn’t matter if people don’t like you, as long as you’re being true to yourself. You know who matters, and you know who doesn’t. You know you matter to me, so thank you for taking care of your rights and beliefs.
Third, thank you for being rational. You did not complain today when your mother bought herself something nice, and you did not buy anything. You did not ask your mother to buy your friend’s birthday gift, you bought it with your monthly allowance, something you wouldn’t have done for something that expensive. You did not pick up whatever your eye fancies and put it in the supermarket trolley, usually you would sneak a few bars of chocolate between the milk cartons, but today, you did not. Thank you for hugging your mother when she agreed to buy a small gift for your other friend, even if it was on a sale. Thank you for biting your lip when your mother made your temper twitch, thank you for swallowing your anger.
I’m proud of you, you are truly growing and recovering from your stubborn, spoilt ways. And about those nerves, I know that they’re going to go away soon. Your palms wont get clammy and your stomach won’t knot. You’ll realize that there’s no need to be nervous anymore, you’ll realize that there was a reason to be. And you’ll be truly happy. I just know it.
Lots of love,
Yourself.