With Mother’s Day coming up there are a few things I want to get off my chest. Let me start with a few apologies. I am sorry the number one thing we fight about is how I never do the dishes when you want me to. I honestly cannot explain why I am incapable of doing such a simple task.
I am sorry I take showers around midnight and use a new towel every single time. I am sorry I take my bad moods out on you. I am sorry I distract Max from doing his homework when it already take him about 2 hours to get it started anyways. I am sorry I always make fun of your cooking.
I am also sorry I insist on making myself my own meals and then never clean up after myself. I am sorry I call you crazy even though your reactions are occasionally valid. I am sorry I sing at the top of my lungs no matter what hour it is. I am sorry that cursing is a part of my everyday vocabulary. I am sorry I don’t respond to your “I love you” and “be careful while driving” every morning before school. Most importantly, I am sorry for taking you for granted.
These are just of few of things I have to apologize for after 18 years of being your daughter. Now that I have my idiocy out of the way, there are so many things I love about you.
I love that you throw the best parties for any occasion. I love that you think all dogs can talk. I love that you were always super involved in school when I was growing up. I love that you act as a middle man when me and dad argue about college.
I love that you single-handedly keep the house cleaned because none of your four kids help, despite the fact that we make the mess. I love that you would definitely kill somebody for any of your kids. I love how you stand up for me, even when I don’t deserve it. I love how you meticulously plan out every family vacation, especially when you brought a binder to Disney World. I love that you constantly text me reminders about things because, even though I say remember , I don’t and wouldn’t be able to without you. I love that you continue to buy me healthy food, even though you think it’s unnecessary. I love that you let me sleep in on days where I just cannot get out of bed for school. Finally, I love that you still love me even when I am at my worst.
Mom, at this point you’re either laughing or crying with tears usually reserved for This Is Us, but I just want you to know that, even though I rarely say this, I seriously do love you. I don’t know what I am going to do at college without you next year, but I promise to call you often and respond to your texts within the hour, so you don’t have to send the same text over and over again. I know you never get the appreciation you deserve, which is why I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being the best mother ever and putting up with me for me even whenever I am being irrational and difficult.