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.
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18 thoughts on “Pushing”
Beautiful .. for many reasons x
you sure are Sue, because this poem fits on you too ❤
Bless you, Cao… ❤
I love this and I miss Erma…she was always over the top, funny and insightful. Thank you little moo. ❤ ❤
she is adorable! I’d would have like to be a mum like her. 😀
Oh, and since I am old enough to be your mother, I love you enough to dream that, if I’d had a child, she would have been a lot like you. ❤ ❤
I can’t think you old enough to be my mum, but I would love to have an extra mother like you ❤
When I was living the same town as my mom, she used to put me on a pedestal and it was so hard to live up to it. It was exhausting. When I moved half a world away, she goes to dry her hair or take a bath whenever we skype and I’m left talking to my dad, the person I never spoke to when we lived in the same town. Sometimes, it’s better not to think about this! ❤ u Cao
I think our mother’s try to live through us a little bit when they do that but as for the da, talk to him Lola, talk long and thoroughly because they go away before we know it. Though my dad was so angry the last few years (he had dementia) I miss him terribly these days.
(and I love you right back)
My ma and I are kinda like the best friends. For my rl friends and relatives, they know I have got 2 best friends in life, my gf, my ma, and my bf, my dad. Ever since childhood she has been the only one.Although we have 40 years difference, we still are like the gossiping girls.
Wonderful post Cao ❤
I love my mum that way too. I “complain” a lot, but seldom mean it. Thank you so much Debby and I am so happy we have met one another ❤
Thank you for the shout out.
thank you for keeping me entertained! 😉
that is a very touching poem
Thank you sugar bear! :*
Every word, so true. I miss my mom so much, for every reason written here. ❤
huge hug Peep and a kiss too ❤