I’m Sorry Mom!

Carly, Mom of Two Little Girls
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Carly writes about life as a mom to two little girls, ages 5 and 3. She talks openly about my parenting highs and lows. She is committed to focusing on the reality of parenting. This is real life, it is not a rehearsal. She writes a little bit about everything related to parenting, including healthy eating, DIY, and ‘Day’s Out’ experiences they have as a family.
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My mom had two girls, myself and my younger sister.

I now have two girls, and as a mother there are certain things you have to put up with and it’s not until you are a mother yourself that you understand just how much your mother did for you, things that she could only possibly have done because she loves you.

So, this is a list of things I want to apologise to my mom for.  Here goes:

Mom, I am sorry for …

Making you take out every single little bug that might be floating in the pool before I agreed to get in!

I now know that it’s not necessary, they won’t kill me, and that you hated it!

Asking you to do my hair in a certain style, but then furiously ripping it out because it’s not what I asked for!

I now know you were doing your best as a mom and not as a professional hairdresser, and that perhaps I did not describe it properly or maybe you didn’t have time to create a masterpiece before school.

Being ungrateful for the food you put in front of me because it is not what I wanted right then in the moment.

I now know that you were doing your best and that maybe we didn’t have what I was expecting, or you didn’t have time to do what I wanted, or you were trying to ensure we ate a balanced diet of healthy food.

Not taking better care of my school bag, clothes, shoes, etc.

I now know that they cost money and are supposed to be treated with care, not literally dragged through the mud or flung on the floor, kicked, discarded or lost.

Fighting bedtime.

I now know that if I don’t go to bed on time, I will wake up grumpy and miserable the next day, and that it is the rest of the world, but mostly you who will have to put up with my bad mood which is not fair.

Not realising that the most popular kids in school were also the meanest with the least amount of depth of character.

I now know that you were right, I barely remember their names and their opinion of me has in no way shape or form affected my life as an adult.

Telling you I liked that brand new outfit you spent your hard earned money on, then wearing it once and declaring it ‘ugly’ or ‘stupid’.

I now know that clothes are just clothes, you were providing what we needed and that by being an ungrateful brat I was literally wasting your money and disrespecting you.

Not respecting the boundaries you created.

I now know you were trying to keep me safe both physically and emotionally, not that you were trying to cramp my style or prevent me from having fun and that you were far more aware of the potential dangers than I was  even capable of comprehending.


I could go on, but I won’t.

Needless to say the wheel has turned and now that I am a mother experiencing all of these already with my two girls, it makes me love, respect and appreciate my mother even more than before.