Write a letter from a father to his son,who lives in a boarding school and has failed to achieve good Marks in exam.
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This image is of a letter to my son.
Dear Julian,
I may not have been a perfect mom, but I tried to be.
I may not have disciplined you enough, or maybe I disciplined you too much. I don’t really know. I know at times, I drove you nuts!
I fed you and bathed you and clothed you. I bought you toys.
I sang to you, read to you, taught you. You were my boy, my precious, baby boy.
I got up with you to send you to school. I stroked your forehead and hair when you were sick. I knew you were not feeling well, because you let me do these things. You were never very cuddly.
I paid for heat to keep you warm. I stared at you for days, after you were born. I didn’t want to miss anything. I adored you.
I kept you safe. I kept you clean. I soothed you when you cried. I let you stay up late and watch TV.
Do you know that you mean the world to me?
I argued with you as you grew. You formed opinions of your own. I tried teaching you right from wrong, and to treat others with respect.
I hugged you and kissed you at least three times a day, every day. You couldn’t leave for school without a hug and kiss. Remember greeting each other after school, or hugging and kissing me good-night? I wanted to correct the behaviours of my parents, who were, and still are, non-demonstrative. I told you “I love you” constantly, daily, always, because I do. I love you.
I love you!
When you were two, I wrote you a song. I made it up on the spot, while brushing your teeth, to distract you. You were always so active and wiggly. Keeping still for those few minutes required drastic measures! I wrote down the lyrics, and eventually put it to music. I now sing it to your little cousins.
I supported you in most of the decisions you made. I encouraged you to be great. When you were thirteen or fourteen and wanted to come home (drunk?) after fighting with your friends one night during a sleepover way across town, I refused to pay for a cab, even though I told you I’d always be there for you, because I wanted to teach you a lesson about consequences. You learned it, too. Remember? You never let yourself get in a predicament like that again.
When you were on the high school football team, I went to your games. Even though I wrapped myself in a blanket, I still froze and felt the freezing effects of the wind whipping through my bones and at my face as I sat on the bleachers, while you worked up a sweat on the field.
I love, and always will love, you. You’ll be my baby forever, even though you are a grown man now. I hope I will always recognize your face and your voice. A book I read recently about one woman’s struggles with dementia has prompted me to write and share this. It touched me in explicable ways. The book? “I Will Never Forget.”
I want you to know my feelings and thoughts while I can still communicate them. I never want you to wonder how I felt, or have unanswered questions. You are my single-most biggest achievement. I kept us both alive despite a huge lack of money to do so. I may have gambled, done drugs, and a few other things you hate me for, but I did try to be a good mother to you, and for you, as well as a friend. I’m not perfect, but I love you. Please, always remember that.
Don’t forget me, son, when I am gone. Maybe through my writing, I’ll live on.
Now, it’s your turn to be a good son.
Love always,
Your unsettled Mom.