Confession to My Parents

Let me start the new year with a confession to my parents. Maybe it will help me come to terms with my past and make some sense of my future. I have had a lot of time to think about stuff the last couple of week. Actually, I had the motive and the opportunity.

Dear Mom and Dad, remember that report card in 3^rd grade of high school that I said I lost? Well, I didn’t loose it. I hid it from you. I was terrified to show you that report card because I believed you would think my results were not good enough.

I knew of course that my story would not stick and that eventually the school would replace my so-called lost report card. Which they did, soon enough, of course. And I would have to face you to have it signed.

But I’m sure that this is not really a big confession. I’m sure you knew this all along.

But did you also know that I was flabbergasted when you told me that that report card was not so bad after all? Did you know I was terrified every single time I had to have a report card signed? Do you know that I even today, I wonder on a daily basis, whether I am good enough to live up to people’s expectations?

Well… No more… I think… I know what I am worth: despite my many flaws, I am not all bad. But it sure nice to hear someone say that to me from time to time.

Don’t we all want to receive a pat on the back and a compliment every once in a while?