â€œThe greatest gift is a portion of thyself.â€ – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I mailed my daughters gift. I cannot really tell you what it is (least I cannot publish it…email me if you want the back story…its a bit of a tear jerker).
Due to the nature of the gift, the writing sample/story that went with it and the people I wrote about, I cannot post here. But its done. Its over. I hope she accepts it with the spirit in which it was intended and sent.
It wasn’t fancy or huge or expensive but there is a tremendous amount of love and emotion in it. Again, I hope she sees that. (I really wish I could share here! Do write me if you are interested!)
I was mildly freaking this a.m. (as in shaking, dizzy, lost, disoriented) as I prepared it and drove to the post office. I mailed it priority overnight with delivery confirmation. She should get it this week.
I don’t expect a response or a thank you or anything. I have learned.
I feel okay with sending it. She will either love it and cry or hate it and be more angry at me. Whatever. I had to be true to me and my feelings and who I am and the type of mother I am. Her desire to not be loved does not stop my desire to love her.
But yeah, its done.