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Sorry Mom…


Sorry Mom…

Being a mother takes everything from a woman. It gives us back as much, but what we sacrifice in tears, sweat, and yes, blood; is immeasurable. Now that I am a mother myself, I am well aware of everything that my mom did for me growing up. I am incredibly grateful and appreciative for what she sacrificed for me over the years. Not only do I love my mother immensely, I genuinely like her as a human being as well, and yet there is no one, no one, on the face of the earth that has the power to annoy me the way that my mother does.

I have been observing this in the past week. I was visiting my mom, and I noticed her getting on my nerves every now and then for no particular reason, really. It was maybe the way that she said something, or did something around the house. I was paying attention to my husband and his sister, and I could see them having the same reaction to their mother. As a matter of fact, I sometimes even have an inkling of irritation towards my mom-in-law…but never my husband’s father. My father doesn’t annoy me either; I just chalk up his quirky habits as being eccentric and amusing. It is only the mom figure that seems to rub me, and the others that I have observed, the wrong way. I even remember my own mother going on about some of my grandmother’s behaviors before she passed away. The way that my grandma used to pronounce certain words drove my mom crazy. I just thought that it was funny…

So, the best theory that I have come up with as to why this happens is because nature is trying to drive us out of the nest. Maybe we are pre-programed to find our mothers irritating so that we will be incapable of living with them as we get older. Smart move mother nature…if that is the case. On my end, I will strive to never voice my vexation to my own mother and remember that she is really not doing anything irritating; I am merely having a natural reaction to her. I will also attempt to remember, when my own children are being driven to insanity by my behavior, that it’s really not my fault that they are upset. It’s not their fault either. Anyways, for the incidents that I can remember, and the many that I probably cannot; I’m sorry that I got mad at you mom. I understand how much you have done for me and I love you.




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