I know you've had a hard time getting me out of your womb where you nursed me to life in nine months. I know how hard it is to comb my sometimes unruly hair when you specifically told me not to play with your house plants. I know it's tiring to drop off and pick up a hyperactive kid in school everyday. I know it hurts to see your little girl cry over some jerk who broke her heart.
But, mom.
Forcing me to be on top, saying "You are dumb if you can't be number one." That is not the love you promised to offer your child. Love isn't dragging her down because she can't cope up with the other smart ass kids because she was tired of studying. Love isn't comparing her to her cousins because they are a lot prettier and skinnier and she is just a walking barrel of fats with acne. Love isn't shackling her neck with your tight grope because you think she can never ever make okay decisions anymore because you saw her make mistake once. Love isn't dissing her boyfriend because you like a richer guy for her. Love isn't telling her who to choose because you know better and you've been in this judgmental and cruel world longer than she does.
Love... Isn't telling her what's best for her.
Love, is letting her find out what is best for her. Love is when you support her decisions whether it's good or bad and you're always there to pick up the pieces because you know she'll learn lesson better that way. Love is not judging her.
Love, is accepting her for who she is.
Love, is acceptance.