Someday I'll tell my children
“You don’t love me!”
How many times have you heard your children say that to you? And how many times have you, as a parent, resisted the urge to tell them how much?
Being a mother to a 10-year-old has prompted me to write this post, because as he is growing, the challenges are all of a different kind.
But someday, when they are both old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother, I will tell them;
I loved you enough to stand over you for 2 hours while you cleaned your room, a job which would have taken me 15min to complete.
I loved you enough to not make excuses for your bad behavior and disrespect.
I loved you enough to figure you were lying, but forgive you for it all the same.
I loved you enough to let you stumble and do things the hard way without my help so that you would learn how to stand alone.
I loved you enough to accept you for who and what you are, and not for who or what I expected you to be.
I loved you enough to ignore what every other mother did.
I loved you enough to ignore the pleas for 5 more minutes of TV and to ignore demands for a new mobile phone.
But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of it all.