𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒅.

i will tell them that it’s alright, if on unwanted chances, they ruin their toys i bought in a shopping mall. it’s not necessary to uncover their ears to let them hear how much bills i spent just to buy the things they desired to have, because what’s more important is they enjoyed and they learned to find happiness on their own, even it was only for a short period of time.

i will tell them that it’s alright to be back home from school with stains on their sleeves and scrapes on their knees. i will not be scolding them for being messy and sweaty, because behind every dirt they printed on their uniforms is the kind of fun and laughter they could not find at home.

i will tell them that it’s alright if they are not the fastest reader or the fastest learner inside the class. i will not be saying frustrating lectures that could make them feel sad and terrified, because what i must do is to help them find their strengths, and not to point out their weaknesses.

i will tell them that knowledge has no age. it’s okay to correct someone older than them, because at some circumstances, young ones know things that are a lot more sensible and significant than the old ones do. my children have to know that it’s okay to disagree with me if i am at fault or if my reasons are wrong; if my decisions affect them emotionally or if my attitude towards them tortures them mentally.

I will tell them it’s okay to ask for freedom.
it’s okay to decide on their own.
it’s okay to be dramatic and sensitive.
it’s okay to talk and reason out to me.
it’s okay to explain their side.
it’s okay to fail sometimes.

it’s okay to not be affectionate to me, because whether they won’t or they would tell me they love me, i know deep down in my heart and soul that they all do... because i am their mother.

i will tell my future kids that it's okay to not become my perfect children,

because why should they be?

i am not.

parents aren’t perfect so, children shouldn’t be.