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a mother’s day thread -
growing up, my mom and i never had that sweet, close bond that other girls and their moms have. we don’t talk abt my crushes, life, and school. heck i was almost always afraid of her
i was always so jealous of other girls and their relationship with their mom bec despite looking sooo alike, we were totally different esp emotionally
she was a hard cookie to crack while i’m a softie. i think i only saw her cry once while i was a crybaby. she’s strong and independent while i always get too attached.
she showered us with tough love. which was hard bec i’m always so endearing. she’s not good with conversations without red horse and well, she’s not really the type of mom you call when you have girl dramas AT ALL
when i entered my 20s, it was when i finally understood her “tough love.” in a way, we got closer when we talk abt work, other people, and the future. she was less strict when it comes to my whereabouts, but still insisted to drive me to the city or pick me up if needed
she’s so strong and resilient. and god knows how afraid i am when she finally reaches her breaking point bec everything i didn’t understand when i was younger, i finally understand now.
she has her ways of showing her love. and though sometimes she can still be annoying -
she has her ways of showing her love. and though sometimes she can still be annoying -
- tough, strict, cold, and not good with dealing with emotions — i saw a loving and caring mom underneath it all.
and at some point, what mattered more to me was that she stayed with us all throughout
and at some point, what mattered more to me was that she stayed with us all throughout
she was the main provider, the solid rock, the main person who sacrificed - and lord, hay idk if this thread still makes sense but if i have to choose again and again, i’d still want to have a mom like her
