Karen – Age 35
Growing up I didn’t think you were the best best Mom.
I felt like you were too strict, nagged me, worked too much, pushed me too hard–you didn’t always like my friends, you were critical and always complained that we needed time to connect.
I was jealous of my friends and their relationships with their mother. But now that i’m older and have a family of my own, I understand. Being a mom is kind of scary. I see now that you only wanted what was best for me. You were trying to make me, strong, independent, confident, and hard working. You were probably scared too. I didn’t realize you were doing the best you possibly could- that you didn’t have all the answers—that you weren’t perfect, that aside from all the other responsibilities and ups and downs in life you still figured out how to manage each day. Now that I am a mom, I see that I am just like you. And as my kids grow up, I am afraid my children will feel the same way about me.
So I just wanted to say thank you. I’m sorry. I wish I had known—I wish you told me. Maybe you did and I just didn’t hear. I didn’t realize that you helped us keep it all together, even when you were falling a part. I realize, you were an amazing mother. Possibly better than I deserved. I guess what i’m trying to say is that if i’m half the mother you are, I know my kids will be okay.
I love you.