I remember my first Picture day ever. I was 5 years old and my mom dressed me in this bright, flowery shirt that I absolutely hated. I threw a tantrum! I despised that shirt, but I wore it anyways. By the end of the day, I remember all of my teachers and friends telling me that they liked my shirt a lot. My picture looked amazing and it was all because my mom, the one who knows what is best for me, told me to wear it.
All of the students came in with their parents and stood in line for the first bell of the school year to ring. My mom, the minute the school bell rang, kissed me on the cheek before she left. I pulled my face away out of embarrassment. She did not say anything, and smiled at me. Because my mom, the one who loves me unconditionally, knew how I felt before I even understood why I had done it.
Her face lit up with excitement and joy that even I had not felt for myself. I remember her coming to every one of my concerts even if she had to cancel plans for them. Because my mom, the one who makes daily sacrifices to see her son grow, wanted to see me excel at something I loved.
I came home in such fear. My mom looked at the test and she was MAD. I was so scared that I ran into my room and locked the door. I began to pray and tear up, I was so scared. Then I heard a knock on my door. Shakily, I opened it to see my mom. She sat me down and explained to me why she got so mad. Because my mom, the one who wants nothing but the best for me, should expect the best from me as well.
Even now, I don’t understand why she does some things. But my mom has her reasons. Every time she freaks out whenever I drive to Every time she screams out of frustration when I don’t clean my room, I know she means well. I know she doesn’t want her 16 year old son to mess up in the future. Sometimes she can be the most annoying human on the planet, but I know that through all of the bad, she loves me. And I love you too Mom.
Happy Mother’s Day, you deserve it.