So Mater, dear – this is me on bended knee saying I’m sorry
For the cheekiness and backtalk
For the lies (the white ones and ones of omission)
For thinking I know everything
For all the late nights you sat up worrying while I was out ~ ummm ~ not worrying.
For covering my ears instead of shutting my mouth
And I want to say thank you. For keeping your cool. For shuttling me from track meet to track meet and still having the energy to cheer me on. For loving me even when I was probably not super lovable in word and action.
And as long as we’re having this heart to heart chat; I was wondering …..
Do you remember the time (s) you said to me ” I hope you have a daughter just like you!”
I want you to know I’ve learned my lesson. I’m much better behaved. What are the chances you could take that back? Please.
Because it worked. Your wish came true. Parenting a mini-me is scary. And frustrating.
Mired in Mea Culpas