• Mom, please accept me

    by  • March 11, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, Acceptance • 3 Comments

    Why can’t you ever understand? Ever? You might not agree with my choices and you might not understand them but can’t you please at least try to accept them…accept me. I was a good child, a good teen. I was quiet and never caused trouble. I read books, helped people, I looked pretty, never were out late or messed around with smoking, drinking, boys or people who would have a bad influence on me. I was the perfect daughter. The daughter you always wanted. But I am done with that. I don’t want to be your pretty little princess anymore. And I don’t want to live the life you want me to. I want to be my own person. I am myself more than I am anything else, and I want to live my life. I want to be allowed to be a young adult. I want to be allowed to do the things I love. I want to stay up to four at night laughing with my friends. Sneaking into school to play cards after midnight. I want to watch cartoons and have Disney marathons with a crowded living room. I want to walk around in my house wearing a lion onesie or Jedi costume. I want to get up at one pm and have left over pizza and ice cream for breakfast and then skip lunch. I want to go on crazy roadtrips and sing at the top of my lungs. I want to go partying at the student club even if school is crazy early the day after. I want to colour my hair crazy colors and wear nerdy clothes that doesn’t match because that’s how I express myself. I want my hair to be messy and my skin to be free of makeup. I want to spend the nights at my best friend’s house, just cuddling and annoying each other and laughing and talking until morning. I want to make out with people at parties just for the hell of it. I want to date girls, hold hands and kiss and show affection and not care what people think about it. I want to joke about hot guys with my best friend and I want to make dirty jokes with him and swear in different languages, because swearing can be fucking awesome at times. I want to eat weird food that we scrambled together from leftovers, and buy stupid things at Second Hand stores. I want to have silly water pistol fights and build snow forts and not care that I am not good at being an adult. I want to travel to interesting places and spend the nights there having weird shots at gay bars. I want to make mistakes and then laugh at them. I want to be irresponsible and I want to feel like I am my age but being allowed to be childish. I want to live my life the way I think it is perfect. I want to be happy in my own way. Not your way. Because mom…this is my life, and I love it. I just wish you could see that.

    / your not at all perfect, but happy, daughter

    3 Responses to Mom, please accept me

    1. Michelle
      March 12, 2016 at 12:27 pm

      Hi. I just want you to know that I appreciate you. My advice, never give up and love your mom unconditionally no matter what. Never stop reaching out to her. My mom stopped talking to me for her own selfish reasons, I was mad at her, but I loved her so I never gave up on her. She is now my rock. It took a long time, but I never stopped showing her love, and she came around to love me, for me.

    2. Oedipa Maas
      March 13, 2016 at 1:48 pm

      As a s’Mother from another mother, it sounds like your s’Mother loves you very much and is probably overcompensating in the protection department. She doesn’t want you to suffer the painful and enduring consequences of the same mistakes she made.

      Also, it sounds like Mom is probably at an age where she is learning to release you fly. It’s not easy letting go of the hand that used to hold yours in the Safeway parking lot.

    3. Oedipa Maas
      March 13, 2016 at 1:53 pm

      One more thing, as Columbo used to say. It sounds like your Mom raised an awesome, intelligent, individualistic, march-to-the-beat-of-her-own-drummer kind of young lady–and a happy one! What more could a mother wish for?

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