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May 11, 2021

Mom and Dad, I Need You To Love Me Through This



Hey, mom and dad.

I’m sorry I yelled this morning. I’m sorry for what I said. I'm sorry for the way I said it.

I know I’ve been a little hard to live with lately. Or maybe a lot hard.

I know I’m moody.

I know my room is a mess.

I know we disagree a lot.

I know you don’t understand some of the things I do.

I know you don’t always like how I dress.

I know I let you down sometimes.

I know I’m expensive.

I know my schedule runs you ragged.

I know my music doesn’t make sense to you.

I know you’re never sure what version of me you’re going to see on any given morning.

I know it feels like I’m pulling away from you.

I know you don’t know what to expect from me next.

I know I can drive you crazy.

I know you miss the days when I was little and fit on your lap.

I know this is hard for you.

But the thing is, it’s hard for me, too.

Do you remember this kind of hard?

Do you remember not knowing what kind of mood you were going to be in from one hour to the next, let alone one day to the next?

Do you remember feeling like you wanted to cry, laugh, scream, run, sleep, talk, and hide, all at the same time?

Do you remember wondering why you acted the way you did sometimes?

Do you remember feeling like your brain and your body were going two completely different speeds?

Do you remember not being sure if the people who were your friends one day would still be your friends the next?

Do you remember having no idea what you were going to do with the rest of your life even though everybody seemed to expect you to have it all figured out?

Do you remember feeling awkward and ugly and unsure of yourself while everyone else your age acted confident and put-together?

Do you remember wanting to fit in and stand out all at the same time?

Do you remember wanting to be noticed but also wanting to be invisible?

I need you to remember all this. Because I need you to love me through this.

I need you to believe in me even when—especially when—I don’t believe in myself.

I need you to guide me, even when act like I resent that guidance.

I need you to cheer for me.

I need you to trust me.

I need you to make me earn that trust.

I need you to have thick skin.

I need you to have a soft heart that can still give out tough love.

I need you to help my not-fully-cooked brain think further down the road than it would on its own.

I need you to set boundaries.

I need you to let me deal with the consequences of my actions.

I need you to help me pick up the pieces of the consequences of my actions.

I need you to be proud of me, even when I’m ashamed of myself.

I need you to love me even if sometimes you don’t like me.

I need you to remember that I care what you think of me more than I care what anyone else thinks of me, even if I tell you at the top of my lungs I don’t care at all.

I need you to remember that you matter to me—maybe more than anyone else in the world—even if I act like I don’t want anything to do with you.

I need you to remember that I need you.

I need you to remember that I love you.

I know this is asking a lot. I know I’m asking you to give more than you’re getting. I know I’m going to frustrate and fail and disappoint you sometimes along the way.

But when we get to the other side, I also think we’ll know and remember this: we got there together.


A version of this post originally appeared on Her View From Home.

6 comments:

  1. Can this be from a 7-yr-old? And for that matter, from a 47-yr-old, too? ;)

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    1. Sweet friend, ABSOLUTELY! Some things, it seems, are ageless. Much love to you!! xoxo

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    2. I believe credit needs to find it’s place, so…as a lyricist would it be to much to ask for permission to musicalize this story, I was particularly moved because our children are so much wanting to say what we’n parents need to hear. We’n all children one time or another.

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  2. This was so perfect for me right now.. Thank you for writing this down and helping me see things and remember how hard being a teen can be. I feel encouraged. I feel inspired. I feel seen.

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    1. Oh my goodness, Karyn! Thank YOU so much for taking time to leave this lovely comment. It truly means everything to me. Wishing you hope and endurance in your remembering and your loving.

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  3. I think sometimes we (at least I did) feel like, hurry up, get through this phase. But the thing is, only by really being in this thickness, this take a deep breath and bite your tongue or nod and walk away time, will you appreciate the person they turn out to be. You look back and you almost can't remember how hard some of it was because they person they are now is so different and lovely and thankful that you hung in there with them. They know how they sound and act when they are going through it and to them, their life is so out of their control that they look to you to be in control because if you still love them and still show up and still believe in them, then maybe they can love and believe in themselves. That's parenthood and it's so worth it.

    From Adrienne Thoms on Facebook, shared with permission

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I'd love to hear from you! Feel free to tell me what you really think. Years ago, I explained to my then-two-year-old that my appointment with a counselor was "sort of like going to a doctor who will help me be a better mommy." Without blinking, she replied, "You'd better go every day." All of which is just to say I've spent some time in the school of brutal honesty!