L is for Liberating

Dear Parent X,

Let me go on the record as saying, I made a terrible mistake.

I cared.
I cared how your son was doing.
When you did not.
I pushed.
I pushed him to dig deeper, think harder, read faster.
When you did not.
I begged.
I begged him not to resort to "I don't know" when asked a question.
When you did not.
I expected.
I expected him to grow, improve, complete, succeed.
When you did not.

He told you I yelled.
And now I am.
About you.
In the privacy of my home.
(Bleep! Bleep!)

And tomorrow will be a new day.
For me and him.
Because tomorrow is the day I stop
caring,
pushing,
begging,
expecting.

Tomorrow our time will pass and I will assume he is capable of nothing.
Just as you do.

It must be liberating,
this path that you have chosen.
The one you hope I follow.

I am hoping so.


Admiringly yours.
And all that jazz.