Pushing

I am always happy, because whenever I am sad I just know that somewhere, somehow, there is a person who is PUSHING a door that says PULL. ~Unknown

I spent the weekend with my mum. Why is that sentence always seem so tragic when I write it? Well, I mean other than the obvious reasons that only frequent readers of my blog know about. But seriously, I love my mum, wouldn’t change her for anyone in the world. Not even that lady on the Brady Bunch… She drives me crazy though, fills me with enough angst I feel like a teenager again. But I digress. I was looking for a nice comment about mums. Ah ‘ell, no I wasn’t, I was looking for a funny comment about mums, but as I looked, I ran across one that reminded my of a virtual friend from another blog, Vivienne, of http://www.vivblogs.com , but I know it fits a lot of you out there too, so here you are:

“Someday, when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother, I’ll tell them…

I loved you enough to bug you about where you were going, with whom and what time you would get home.

I loved you enough to insist you buy a bike with your own money, which we could afford, and you couldn’t.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover your hand picked friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your bedroom, a job that would have taken me 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to say, “Yes, you can go to Disney World on Mother’s Day.”

I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, disgust, and tears in my eyes.

I loved you enough not to make excuses for your lack of respect or your bad manners.

I loved you enough to admit that I was wrong and ask for your forgiveness.

I loved you enough to ignore “what every other mother” did or said.

I loved you enough to let you stumble, fall, hurt, and fail.

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your own actions, at 6, 10, or 16.

I loved you enough to figure you would lie about the party being chaperoned, but forgave you for it…after discovering I was right.

I loved you enough to shove you off my lap, let go of your hand, be mute to your pleas and insensitive to your demands…so that you had to stand alone.

I loved you enough to accept you for what you are, and not what I wanted you to be.

But most of all, I loved you enough to say no when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all.” ~Erma Bombeck

And to my mom, thank you for loving me enough.

 

Outfit:

Entire Outfit: Wicca’s Wardrobe, Nephele  **Rock Your Rack**