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  • Kat Copeland

When I say, “I love you more”

You my love, were the first great love of my life. I know you may think you are lost in my world of obligations. How could I love you more with all the love I give? I love your Daddy, your brother, your baby sister, my dog, your dog, my sisters, our family, friends, coworkers, students, my readers, everyone I meet really. How could there be room to love you more in all that. You were my greatest adventure, my reason for cleaning up my life, the reason I went to college, the reason your siblings exist. A mother can only be as happy as her most unhappy child my love. Watching you struggle these last few years have broken pieces away. You hear often mothers say, “I would start a war for you” or “I’ll burn this place to the ground for you”. We both know I wouldn’t do either of those things. That’s not who I am, no matter my love capacity. War is easy my love. Revenge is satisfying. It’s peace that’s hard. It’s a solution that takes time. Don’t ever mistake my kindness for weakness. I have learned patience in my short life, and believe it or not, it’s still hard for me. When I say I love you more, I don’t mean I love you more than you love me. I know I’m your stability, your confidant. I know you love me a lot. I don’t say I love you more to ignite the bantering of who will have the last word. I mean I love you more than my job, which I have left. I love you more than than the stress of moving, we are moving. I love you more than to start a war, I sought a solution. I love you more than to allow you to be unhappy, I will paint your days brightly until color prompts a smile. From the moment you were born my love, I have loved you more. More than the sleep my body craved, more than the friends I didn’t have time for, more than the substances I quit, more than the body I once had, more than the postpartum, more. If I fail you in many ways throughout your life, which I will, I pray you forever remember, I will always love you more, no matter the cost.

To my oldest,

I love you more.


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