What My Mother And I Dont Talk About

❀ Each story written by various writers was fascinating, heartfelt, and just so meaningful to read. All was so well put together, delivery was just right and each tone that the writers had was perfect. Now even though I enjoyed each story written in the book there were some that felt quite off (?), such as it really didn’t fit in, out of place I must say.

✿ Immediately after reading the introduction, I was already teary-eyed and thought about my relationship with my mother. My mother and I’s relationships were neither good nor bad. It is there, it exists, it is the type of relationship where I know that I can trust her with my secrets, fears, worries, etc.; it is the type of relationship I know she will always be there for me and love me. As I for her.
However, even though I know all that, I do know that sometimes it is hard to get along with her. It is also impossible to see eye to eye with one another. During my lifetime, she has made some unbearable, questioning decisions. Some I can forgive her, while others I am working on.

Growing up, you see your mother as a role model, a superhero, someone to look up to, never seeing her wrongdoings behind rose-colored glasses cause she’s your mother, she cannot do any wrong in her child's eyes. But then you start growing up, those rose-colored glasses slowly coming off, teenage adolescence taking over, and you start seeing your mother's faults and wrongdoings. You start forming your own opinion about your mother, sometimes good, sometimes bad, but the majority of the time it is black and white. This is the woman who loves and cares for you, and who will do anything for you. However, even though she may do all that, she is also the person that makes you cry, who makes you question yourself, and who makes you so angry that you need to walk away and recollect.

Now, even with all her wrongdoings, I am still reminded that she is my mother and I am her daughter, who has faults as do I, and we are both cut from the same cloth, yet so different. I love her and she loves me.