Friday, May 6, 2011

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Jely: letter to my teenage daughter

Jely
My beloved, my daughter, my Jelysauria.
Sometimes I have to sit and think a bit about the role I have in your life and the one you carry in mine, those reflections most of the time always had a positive spin and even in the most negative of such reflections I have never had to display a picture that is not.
And although this is a case like this, this reflection is accompanied by an accumulation of experiences you have not been as successful as the previous.
're changing, and the pace of your changes is much faster than the pace of my ability to understand these changes and to channel them. For better and for worse, are no longer the girl that used to laugh with a grin on my face, which conformed with ice cream for life changed 180 degrees, who lived each of its stages with full and despite much that could be as against, as far as I and you know we were a very happy girl.
Because, admittedly, in one way or another you've inherited (believe it or not, for obvious reasons) much of my rebellious nature, much of what made me miss being a teenager and unkind towards my father, that with which even today These days I have not the best relationship.
we do not say that such a relationship at all. I learned a lot from my experience as a child to apply and fortunately you have paid off. We have a unique relationship and that, despite time, distance and many other factors that could undermine them, only changed for the better.
You have been to this writer the most wonderful experiences of life, the most important journey of all who have done so far. It was all that and much more that unites me to love you in ways that have not yet been discovered.
Many people who know the history of your home in my life always ends up asking me why? What did you do that I love you this way?
the end is not just to be your father, in the end about how much we need each other, you need a link in the very difficult path to what we intend to adulthood and that is just the way we deal with everything that comes up once we grow up, work, love and realize that Santa Claus is just asshole pretending your dad with gifts. Do I need from you? Your innocence, your way of seeing life, your love for everything around you, your spirit free of all that we intend to maturity, your selfless kindness all around you, your warmth you get why we provide each day who are in your life.
I still be your guide to the extent that I need and leave, because you will still be for me the proof that true love (not that we sell in movies or commercials) is not about how much give, but how and when to give in times that are needed most.
Love, your old (not so old)

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