It would seem that there are a lot of people - grown adults - who still want to claim to have issues with their mother.
Feeling left out, I have decided to have issues with my own mother. I didn't have to look too hard to find them. And when I did, I sat down and wrote her the following letter:
Dear Momma,
You were always, always there for me. Even when it wasn't convenient for you. Even when you had to make huge sacrifices to do so.
You went without so that I could have things that I took for granted.
You always had the strength to look out for my best interest. And the resilience to withstand the hateful words that I would spit back at you for doing so.
No matter what I did - how evil or how stupid - you still supported me. You could have smacked me in the head, but you didn't. You hugged me and helped me through it.
You forgave me when I was mean to you.
You held me when I brought pain upon myself.
You took my side when it seemed the whole world was against me.
You listened to me. And sympathized even when it was the same mistake I had made for the billionth time.
You did things that you weren't crazy about doing just so that I could enjoy doing them.
You believed in me even when I was lacking. You encouraged me to find strength within myself.
You gave me confidence. And you taught me how to be able to strive to be better, without thinking less of myself.
You taught me how to turn any negative into a positive.
You always gave me your honest opinion. You had faith that we could work out any differences we might have.
You always loved me, no matter what I had done to hurt you.
You gave me life.
You provided for me.
You supported me.
You stood at my side.
You fought for me.
You gave me strength.
So you see, I too, have issues with you, Momma.
The issue being that I'm not sure I deserve all you have done for me.
You're not only the best mother, you're also the best friend anyone could have.
I appreciate having you in my life.
And I love you.
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