I am not your friend. I am your parent. I will stalk you, flip out on you, lecture, drive you insane, be your worst nightmare & hunt you down when needed because I Love You. When you understand that I will know you’re a responsible adult. You will never find someone who loves, prays, cares, or worries about you more than me. This is my promise to you.
I found this the other day on Pinterest. I read it to my daughter and she laughed and said it sounded like something I would write. She also commented that the stalking part sounds just like something I would do! She said those are the kinds of things that make her feel like she is loved-even if she doesn’t like them. Sometimes, I get tripped up as a mom. I think that our home-our relationship-should be one of retreat and comfort. Her world seems hard to me sometimes and I think a soft landing is what she desires most. Turns out, she feels love by boundaries and expectations. She wants to know where I stand so that she can know where she stands with me. She is a concrete feeler no deep capacity for fluff. I had to learn how to show here I loved her. She had to feel it. Loving her wasn’t all that I had to do. I had to work to make it known to her. It has taken me a while to learn that about my pink David. She is strong and mighty, and I promise, someday she will move mountains.
"Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family." — Anthony Brandt