my mother . .

When I was young,

They amused me.

When I was a teenager,

I didn’t care.

Now, as an adult,

I resent my mother’s ways.

I tell myself it’s a phase, I tell myself it’ll pass. I don’t want to be that person who lacks appreciation and concern for their mother. I don’t want to be that monster.

After an argument with my mother when I was sitting in the balcony just soul searching I remembered that a few years ago I wouldn’t have had this conversation with her because I just didn’t care about her opinion and ways.

As I child I used to chase her around the house just because everything she did seemed entertaining to me.

Now, I think more capable and can do things better than her, I really do believe that and keep advising her, sometimes appreciated and sometimes not.

On the balcony however I realized that I am so incredibly lucky that I live at home, not everyone gets blessed with their mother’s company for as long as I have. I can share my thoughts with her, hear her stories and discuss matters with her. I get to know her, and what a magnificent and inspiring person she is.

I tell her that occasionally but I know she knows. The arguments will one day stop as I grow older and wiser but I’ll always be her baby and for this I couldn’t have been happier.