A Mothers Prayer

Last week I was sitting across from my nail tech (check her out, @nailzbynisey) and I was on the phone with a friend. She was telling my about her son who is acting out. And the week before, I sat in that same chair listening to my cousin who was having trouble with her teenage daughter who had been acting out. Nisey looked at me and said, “So are you the child whisperer?” I laughed.

Apparently, there’s some truth to her words. After thinking about it, I’ve been having several conversations about children and their relationship with their parents. Specifically, with their mothers. Here’s why. Several years ago, a couple weeks before my 23^rd birthday, my mother and I got into the biggest fight of my life. Mind you, I was always a pretty quiet and respectful child. I did whatever my mother asked and when she asked. Then I got grown. Or at least I thought I was. I had a car, a car note, a pretty decent job for someone my age and I didn’t have a single bill to pay. Yet, I have NO clue what independence was.

Well, somewhere in all of my “independence” I forgot that my mother had given me the privilege to live this way. She was tired of it. She sent me on my way. I won’t get into details but just know that it wasn’t that simple. There were a lot more words involved and when I left I had no intentions of returning. And if I did, she wasn’t going to open the door. We had both gone too far to return.

 I spent a year apart from her. I lived with my friend, my sister, and then rented an apartment with a roommate. I cried so many nights. I missed my mommy. I was POOR LOL. All the time! However, in that time, I learned what true independence meant. I was cooking, cleaning, working, and tired. All the time! I was ADULTING. And I fell in love with it.

About a year later, my mother and I reconciled. I can’t tell you the exact moment that it happened but I know our love was different. She respected me. And I appreciate her. Over that year of us not speaking I remember wondering if we would ever speak again and how I was supposed to move forward. That had to be the hardest year ever. Not just because we were estranged but because in my toughest times I couldn’t lean back on her. I will never let that happen again.

All of this to say, for some reason, reconciliation between parents and children has become a part of my life. I’ve never been quiet about my story and people have been listening. I want to be a constant reminder that sometimes we just don’t have to go out like that. Sometimes we can stop before the line is crossed. And don’t get me wrong, some child/parent relationships are unhealthy and need to be cut off. But before you decide that you have a bad parent, stop and think. We are too old at this point to still be trying to outgrow our childhood. So, your mother/father was not perfect. No one is. And when and if you have children, they’ll have some of the same complaints. You don’t know what a bad parent is, unless you have a bad parent.

So thank you mom. This one is for you.