To my little ones,
I woke up today, as always, with you on my mind – thinking of another day with both of you in my life. What a wonderful way to start the day. In the 10 months you have been in my life, I cannot imagine my life without you.
That is why, when I opened today’s newspaper and I read a story about a vivacious, bright and energetic 15-year-old boy who was hit and killed by a train as he tried to cross the tracks, I wept. I wept for the boy whose potential will never blossom. I wept for his parents who must be beside themselves with grief. And I wept for you, my little ones, knowing that someday you will venture out into this world without my watchful eye.
Someday, I will have to trust you to make good decisions – even when those around you may encourage you to make the wrong ones. In the coming years I will do everything I can to teach you the difference between right and wrong. I will try and teach you to make the good but often more difficult choice over the wrong, and maybe more popular ones.
But ultimately the decision will be yours. I want you to know how important you are to me. I want you to know that when you are out of my sight I worry about you. Not because I don’t trust you, but because I know I can’t be there to protect you. You are my shining stars. My guiding light and I want you to live a long and successful life. My body aches for that to happen. My mind worries that it might not.
So, when you are 15 or 13 or 25 or 55, please remember that the decisions you make each and every moment can have enormous consequences. Please, make the right choice, little ones. Today, I weep for a boy I never knew. I can’t imagine there being enough tears in the world were something to happen to you.
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