Mae. Mom. Mother. Ah, the names I have for you. Half of them I won’t admit to you.
Where to begin? My childhood wasn’t exactly easy. I know that was half my fault, and I am sorry for all of that. I should’ve tried harder to work with you. I hope you can forgive me for that.
I also want to thank you. You knew that living with you was not doing me any good. I was sneaking out, drinking, smoking, and in general being a pain in your ass. You sent me to my godfather, and you didn’t think twice about me being there. That was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t hate you for not wanting to have me for Christmas, and I’m not sorry you sent me away without a thought. Thank you, again.
Now, as for Greg. As a kid, I honestly believed that I was destined never to have a father. My real father had left me, and frankly, the substitutes you brought me over the years were in no way, shape or form father figures. But I stood by you when you married Greg. It was the first one of your weddings that I even attended, let alone taken place in, and I did that for a reason. Partially because Bradley dragged my butt to town, but mostly because I felt that Greg just might be different.
I maybe a little embarrassed to admit it, but Greg is my step-father and honestly, I hope that he stays my step-father for a good long time.
I love you, Mae…Mom. I love you, I love Greg, and I love my new little half-sister. Even though I may not always act like it, and I may not always be the most family focused guy, I really do.
And once again, Mom, thank you for doing what you believed was best no matter what others thought. It really has changed my life in ways I could not even imagine.
I promise, next Christmas I will be there with gifts for you, Greg and even baby Darla, whether you want me there or not.
I really do love you. I know I’ve said that over and over again, but really, Mae, do you ever believe something on the first try?
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Love Your Son,