to the woman who listened
To the woman who listened to me when I was afraid I was unloved:
Thank you for telling me I was loved and that I belonged.
To the woman who listened to me when I was afraid I was stupid:
Thank you for applauding my hard work, my awards, and my achievements, for reminding me of how much I have done with my “stupid” brain, and for always telling me no . . . I am not stupid.
To the woman who listened to me when I was afraid I was a failure:
Thank you for reminding me that I am not. Thank you for reminding me of my own strength and tenacity.
To the woman who listened to me when I was foolish and infatuated:
Thank you for not telling me to shut up even though I should have and you probably wanted me to.
To the woman who listened to me when I desperately asked for prayer for healing from my heartache, my anxiety, my depression; for release from the pain of graduate school and its pressure:
Thank you for always praying, every time I asked.
To the woman who listened …
Thank you for telling me I was loved and that I belonged.
To the woman who listened to me when I was afraid I was stupid:
Thank you for applauding my hard work, my awards, and my achievements, for reminding me of how much I have done with my “stupid” brain, and for always telling me no . . . I am not stupid.
To the woman who listened to me when I was afraid I was a failure:
Thank you for reminding me that I am not. Thank you for reminding me of my own strength and tenacity.
To the woman who listened to me when I was foolish and infatuated:
Thank you for not telling me to shut up even though I should have and you probably wanted me to.
To the woman who listened to me when I desperately asked for prayer for healing from my heartache, my anxiety, my depression; for release from the pain of graduate school and its pressure:
Thank you for always praying, every time I asked.
To the woman who listened …
