I’m sitting here trying to remember a time that wasn’t filled with my arguing or foolishness.
As bad as those argumentative teenage years were, I want to thank you for them. Because of those years, I have discipline. Because of those years, I’ve learned more about myself. If you were just like Mom, I wouldn’t begin to realize who I am today. I’ve learned how I always feel the need to justify and explain myself, how I am not comfortable with not knowing why or how I am very intuitive.
You helped me become the better person I am trying to be today.
But, I’ve also learned what I can do to improve myself. It may have took a lot (and I mean, a lot) of mistakes and you believing in me, but each mistake was a learning experience, each mistake was something I could build upon and redeem myself.
And… I will. Someday. But, right now, I want to thank you.
Your girl (and, no, I don’t mean the dog).