So I'm turning 18 on Thursday and my mom is on the verge of tears.She told me she remembers telling my grandmother when I was 2 that she wished I'd stay that way forever.I understand her sadness,in a way her children getting older is a way of time passing for her.18 is a stepping stone in a young adults life,but it's also a stepping stone for her.My mother realizing that her oldest,her only girl is getting older and so is she.My mom used to dress me up when I was younger like I was a doll and I used to hate it,but if I'm honest I miss it.My mom had a tough childhood and her mom didn't treat her like she was her doll or anything like that and when she used to dress me up she seemed happy,like she had purpose,which used to confuse me but now I just figure she trying to make me happy too.Don't missunderstand,this isn't a poor mom blog entry and my grandmother wasn't a monster she just had alot of children to take care of and no help and she wasn't shown much love as a child either,my point is to say that because my mom didn't have my childhood(which was hard for me but would of been a walk in the park for my mother)she lived through me as a child giving me everything she thinks a young girl would want and now that I'm turning the dreaded 18 she feels like her childhood is over too.My mom has three boys that she loves so much,she'd literally die for them but with every passing year they get older too and that's just another reminder for a mother like mine who lives for us.I'm going to celebrate 18 because it's another year I get to be my mothers daughter,my fathers daughter and my brothers big sister.What I learned this year is to count my blessings,I have great people in my life and I'll celebrate them while they're celebrating me on my birthday.
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