I was talking to someone earlier today, about my frustrations. And I had to add that at least I knew my parents believed in us. And it dawned on me just what that meant, and how much it meant.
It means a lot to me to know that you're willing to listen, to discuss, and to offer your honest opinions. It means a lot to me that I can come to you and know that the advice you give or the concerns you raise are given to me in love and in trust. I know that I can call you when I'm troubled, and hear a friendly voice, and ask my questions and cry my tears. I see so many of my friends whose parents are unwilling or unable to accept them as adults with free will and free choice...and I look back at my life, and I wonder if there has ever been a time when you did not.
I am blessed, so blessed, to have you as my parents. I hope in time that when I have children I will be able to raise them with as much trust and love as you have done for me. I love you both.