Happy Mother’s Day
You’re the best mom an adult-child could ask for. I know that I still call you for tips on how to boil water or to ask where exactly do you buy post stamps. How about these things called inspection stickers? Oh yeah, never mind, you’ve already taken care of that for me. And I see that you already paid that parking fine that went to your address because I still got everything in my mama’s name.
It’s easy knowing that you will be there any time I’m behind on a bill or can’t figure out where the broiler is located in my kitchen.
You’ve treated me like I was 15 since I was…well, 15. Although I’m double that age, it just feels so much more natural for you to come over to my house and do all the laundry while watching the baby as I watch you do the laundry while watching the baby.
I know, like many other millennials, I am entitled and not always something to be proud of. You told me that that I was a special princess that was going to take over the world and I believed you. Judging from my self-entitlement, I still do. But in the end, I am grown (numerically speaking), and I am just as if not more guilty of our co-dependent relationship.
Being an adult-child is something to be ashamed of, but it’s something that is undeniable when you have to admit that
mommy Mom is always happily there whenever you call her. I know you regret spoiling me, and I know you regret holding my hand with every little decision. I know you live vicariously through my friends’ parents because they brag about how their child bought their first home or how they just became the head of their departments at work.
But just know that at I am fully aware that I do not deserve all that you have done for me. I am fully aware that you perhaps just cannot let go of the codependency you have with your motherhood label, even in your child’s adulthood.
OK, so we’re both screwed up.
But just know that I appreciate you, and I love you, and I’ll never forget the lesson you’ve taught me as I watched you put everyone before yourself. I couldn’t have asked for a more caring mother, but you have inspired me to be kinder to myself than you are to yourself. You’ve inspired me to make sure that I hold my child accountable throughout their entire lives so that they do not end up being the adult-child that I have become.
Loving you is like food to my soul…
(Speaking of food, can you please make me some lasagna tomorrow when I come by? And don’t forget the extra cheese this time.)
Your Entitled Adult-Child