I love you.
I am nervous.
I am paranoid.
Am I doing this right?
Have I taught you anything?
Do you know me at all?
Do you know too much?
I hope all is ok.
I want the world for you.
I take you to church.
Do you believe in us as parents?
Do you appreciate the life you have?
Have I taken you for granted?
Do you know I love you?
I ask eight million questions.
I take lots of pictures.
I repeat…and repeat.
Do you know you can be anything you want to be?
Do you know I will back you no matter what life brings?
Do you know I appreciate you all equally?
Do you know you’re incredibly bright?
I repeat..and repeat.
Do you know you’re beautiful/handsome?
Do you know I want to give you the world?
Do you know I’m only one person?
Do you know I feel awful when I can’t be somewhere?
I preach manners.
I encourage you to be kind.
I urge you to make the right decisions.
I try to be consistent.
Do you know you’re a good kid?
Do you know I believe in you?
Do you know why I need you to behave?
Do you know I know you’re not perfect?
I know I’m not always patient.
I push responsibility.
I appreciate it when you do volunteer work.
I need you to be honest.
Do you know we love you and you’re our world?
We love you and you’re our world.