Mom, Thank You For Never Being My Best Friend

Mom, thank you for never being my best friend. You don’t know what a tremendous favor you did me. Thanks to you I am the way I am now, and I think you couldn’t have done better. Forget those who tell you that they want to be friends with their children: they do not know what a huge mistake they are making. 

A mother must set limits. You always wanted the best for me, although sometimes I did not agree. Sometimes I even used to think it was to annoy me, but it was a huge mistake: everything you did, you did for love. You raised a strong daughter, who knew how to take care of herself, and who today is very proud of her mother. For that, thank you.

Thanks for being in the bad

I remember when I was little and didn’t have many friends. I was very shy and the other children made fun of my appearance. You were the first to tell me to ignore them, that they had no reason to laugh at me.

You told me that I was good and special, and that people who make others feel bad are not worth it. Thank you for all the nights you read me bedtime stories, and you never forgot to tell me how much you loved me.

Your support was so enormous, that one day I told you that you would be my best friend. But you answered me no, that you couldn’t be my friend. That you could do so much better: you could be my mother. I didn’t understand it at the time, but you were right.

Thank you for all the times you told me NO, you scolded me or you punished me. Thank you, because by your strength I have learned from my mistakes. For you, I know what that expensive mobile costs and all the work it takes to get it.

Thank you for all those sleepless hours in the hospitals. For all the operations, falls and scares that I have put you through. Also for having gotten chickenpox, pharyngitis and for having made you spend a fortune on cough drops.

For having tied my hair up while I vomited and for having told me that everything was going to be fine. For all the vaccines you forced me to get, because even though they hurt , they were for my good.

Thank you for being my shoulder to cry with my first love disappointments. For teaching me to respect others and to respect myself. Not to be submissive or to settle for people who pretend to love me.

Thank you, because many times I deserved a slap, and you did not give it to me. You made me trust you and understand that there are things in the world that cannot be fixed.

Thanks for the good times

I appreciate the great moments. With you I do not share only the sorrows, but also the joys. You have always been my greatest supporter. You have taught me to get up and fight the blows of life, and then celebrate my triumphs as if they were yours.

You have trusted me without a moment’s hesitation. You have never doubted my worth, even knowing that I am human and that I make mistakes. You have encouraged me to be independent, to live and to relate. You have never lied to me, nor have you spared yourself constructive criticism. And you don’t know how much I appreciate it.

Many mothers believe that if they are friends with their children, they will love them more. That they will trust them more and the relationship will go better. But it’s not like that. We children already have friends with whom we grow, mature and make mistakes. Friends who teach us other kinds of life lessons that have nothing to do with those of a mother.

You, mom, you always had it clear. You raised me and educated me, and then you let me go. You did it with tears in your eyes and knowing that the next time you saw your daughter, she would already be a woman.

But don’t be sad, mom. Had it not been for your sacrifices, I would never have gotten this far. You convinced me to think I was brave. Thank you, once again, for your wisdom. Because if I’m a mom one day, I hope I can do it just as cool as you. I love you mom.