Mom

Our mothers are a part of us all. So then why is it so difficult to have time for them?
I LOVE my mother. I accept all her faults, and try to do the things she wants me to do. When I was a teenager, I couldn't stand her. Didn't like her perfect figure, her almost obsessive cleanliness, and her nosy ways. She had to know just what I was doing at all times. I hated never being able to sleep past 8 in the morning on weekends, because we all had to clean house. (I think that's probably why I always let my kids sleep as long as they wanted, and didn't make them clean their rooms as much as they should have.) I guess my mother liked her life full of schedules and timed to perfection. Every minute had to be filled with some kind of an activity! I had to entertain my younger brother and sister, even though I didn't really want to. But i had no choice, it was how it was. I loved them, it's just that it is hard to spend your free time playing with little ones, when, as a teenager, you would rather do anything else but that! So in a way, I grew to resent her. I loved her, but a big part of me KNEW I didn't want my life to turn out like that. So I left as soon as I could and started my own family. I call her every day, even when I don't want to, because I love her. She expects that of me, and my brother and sister. That's how it is. But as the years go by, I realize how much I am like her. I WANT my children to call me every day, and I get upset when they don't. I like to know what they are doing, like it's any of my business..........I have come full circle. My kids call me "overprotective" all the time. And Chase sometimes calls me psycho Mom.... I hope he is joking! But I finally understand what it is to be a Mom. And I don't understand Moms that hurt their children, or do not do everything in their power to make their lives better. How can it be ok, any of that? I guess that I ought to thank my Mom for all of it. The good and the bad, because that's what made her a really good Mom, and me a ok Mom too. Even though I grow impatient with her many times, I am aware how much I would miss her if she wasn't here. I am grateful to have her and will try to do all I can to show her how much she means to me. Because, after all, isn't that what life is all about? Telling people we care about how much they mean to you?