No matter how hard you try
There’ll always be times when you fail
I want you to know that
No matter how many times you get back up to face the day,
Night will come again.
I want you to know that smiles don’t erase tears,
that joy doesn’t kill fears, that no matter how
big a person you are,
You will never, ever, ever have hands large
enough to carry the weight of the world.
I want you to know that you will watch
people you love suffer.
I want you to know that love
means hurting for another.
And I want you to know that you can scream and scream and scream until the dying of the light—
And some days nobody will hear you.
But I also want you to know
That no matter how many times you fail,
You can always come out stronger
I want you to know
That no matter how often comes the night
The day will just as surely follow.
And on those Antarctic nights that seem to last for months, not hours—count the stars.
Watch the beauty of the Southern
Lights as they play magic over your head,
vibrant, visible proof that your world is protected from on high.
I want you to know that even when the river of tears runs
too deep for smiles,
even when the fears have you running for miles,
even when it seems as though the world will
crush you with its weight—
I love you.
And love means hurting for another.
And love means growth and growth means pain and pain,
pain hurts. It hurts so bad you
want to scream and scream and scream, because when you know
enough people somebody’s always hurting
And your hands will always be just that little bit too small…
But for now
Just for today
As we sit in a bathroom full of steam and you stomp and clap and sing
Today your hand fits in mine, and
for you I can carry the weight of the world.
Today, I want you to know just one thing, and it is this:
Child? You are loved.