Mom, Thanks For Never Being My Best Friend
Mom, thanks for never being my best friend. You don’t know what a huge favor you’ve done. Thanks to you I am the way I am now, and I believe you did your best.
A mother must set limits. You always looked for the best for me, even if sometimes I didn’t agree. At other times I even thought it was to piss me off, but it was a huge mistake: everything you did, you did for love.
You raised a strong daughter who knew how to value herself and who is now very proud of her mother. So thank you.
Thank you for being in the bad times
I remember when I was little and didn’t have many friends. I was very shy and the other kids made fun of my appearance. You were the first to tell me not to call, that they had no reason to laugh at me.
You told me I was good and special, and that people who make others feel bad aren’t worth it. Thank you for all the nights you read me stories before bed and never forgot to tell me how much you loved me.
Your support was so great that one day I told you that you would be my best friend. But you told me no, you couldn’t be my friend. That it could be something better: it could be my mother. At that moment I didn’t understand, but you were right.
Thank you for all the times you said NO to me, that you quarreled with me or punished me. Thank you, because by your strength I learned to learn from my mistakes. On your own, I know how much this expensive cell phone costs and all the work it takes to buy it.
thank you a thousand times my best friend
Thank you for all these waking hours in hospitals. For all the operations, tumbles and scares I put you through. Also for getting chickenpox, pharyngitis and for spending a fortune on cough medicine.
For holding my hair while I threw up and for telling me that everything was going to end well. For all the vaccines you forced me to take because, even if they hurt, they were for my good.
Thank you for being my shoulder to cry my first love disappointments. For teaching me to respect others and to respect myself. For teaching me not to be submissive, nor to settle for people who pretend to like me.
Thank you because I often deserved a slap, and you didn’t give it to me. You made me trust myself and understand that there are things in the world that cannot be remedied.
Thank you for being in the good times
I also thank you for the wonderful times. I share with you not only the sorrows, but also the joys.
You were always my biggest supporter. You taught me to stand up and fight the blows of life and then celebrate my victories as if they were yours.
You trusted me without ever doubting. You’ve never doubted my worth, even though you know I’m human and I make mistakes. You encouraged me to be independent, to live and relate.
He never lied to me, nor skimped on constructive criticism. And you don’t know how grateful I am for that.
Many mothers believe that if they are friends with their children, they will like them better. That they will trust them more and the relationship will be better. But it’s not like that.
Children already have their friends and female friends with whom they grow and mature. Friends who teach us other kinds of vital lessons that have nothing to do with a mother’s.
You, Mom, always made everything clear. He raised me and educated me to then let me go. You did this with tears in your eyes and knowing that the next time you saw your daughter, she would already be a woman.
But don’t be so sad, Mom. If it weren’t for your sacrifices, I would never have made it this far. You convinced me to think I was strong.
Thanks again for your wisdom. Because if I ever become a mother, I hope I can be as great as you were. Love you mom.
