My Promise to You

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.