In a perfect world, my teenage M reads my last 81 notes and realizes a parent’s love. And arriving home for Christmas Furlough, he would give us each a hug and exclaim…
“Mom, B, Dad, and K, it is good to be home.
Thank you for protecting me while I was a danger to myself.
I’ve learned a lot this semester, and I am ready to make the most out of my life.
There are so many great opportunities in my future, and I want to reach my potential.
But more than anything, I want to take care of myself and live a healthy life.”
Yes, I know. I sound crazy again.
But if I don’t have a dream, how can I have a dream come true?
(I learned that one from my dad…he was a big fan of Jiminy Cricket.)