An open thank you letter to my parents

Dear Mom and Pop,

I am writing this at a little desk, in the centrality of London, watching the clouds float by in the cool summer sun. I have so much to thank you for. A thousand times over, you have given more than anyone could expect, certainly more than I ever dreamed for.

Thank you for the countless number of times you told me to Try. Thank you for the endless motivational talks in the car on the way to bowling Saturday mornings. Thank you for the innumerable times you told me, the key, is just to believe in yourself. You have to believe in yourself, you’d say. That’s not something, that’s the only thing you’d say. Thank you for trusting me with money. Thank you for allowing me the chance to buy tons of pencils and erasers and a new backpack at the start of every school year, even though I didn’t need anything new, you never second guessed my choices. Thank you for driving me to tennis Saturday afternoons, just so I could hit forehands and backhands. Thank you for believing me when I said I’d really REALLY like to go to Stanford. Thank you for making me fill out all my college applications by myself. Thank you for giving me endless opportunities to write. Thank you for reminding me that stuff is only worth as much as you believe it to be, but values, values are invaluable. Thank you for the space I asked for. Thank you for allowing me to fail, reminding me tomorrow will come to try again, and believing I would make it ‘next time’. Thank you for the sun chips and Gatorade at soccer practice. Thank you for supporting my crazy ideas, like the time I told you I wanted to do a dramatic reading of Hamlets Sonnets in class, dressed in pyjamas. Thank you for being at every one of my graduations. Thank you for remembering me, for the Starbucks gift cards, the boxes of trail mix and mango slices. Thank you for helping me move. And move again. And again. Thank you for being there when I left the US for England. Thank you for being there when I came back to visit. Thank you for always having a place in your home for me. Thank you for reminding me that Love is more important than words and way more important than accomplishments and achievements and the list of things I ‘have’ to do in my lifetime. Thank you for keeping the way I am at the centre of who I am. Thank you for the freedom, the unknown amounts of freedom from which you allowed me to feel and think and be and become. That has called me up the coast of California, across the US and for now, across the Atlantic Ocean. All the while, thank you, for staying so true to yourselves…it has meant everything to who I am, how I am and who I believe in becoming.

Without all this, and more, I would not have known the courage to pursue my dreams and reach beyond my known knowns to the unknown of other cities, other states, other countries, and, my own other world.

My thanks.