Oh dear, I think I have been a mother too long!
When I had my first child,
I quite literally “adored” her.
I experienced a love and devotion to her,
that the most ardent followers of religion,
would find it hard to beat.
She could do no wrong.
I had a second, third and fourth child,
and although I deeply loved them,
my blind belief in my children was tested.
Over time my blinkers slipped,
or were pulled from my eyes,
by teachers, others parents and the neighbors!
I soon came to see,
that the children I loved and cherished,
were capable of living a life,
not dissimilar to the one I had lived as a child.
My love for them never died,
but my blinding trust sure did!
“No, we have no homework”,
“I did text you, you mustn’t have got it”,
“Everyone is going”,
“I will not be drinking”.
All these were said,
with the straightest of faces.
Over time I realized,
how talented my children were,
regularly giving Oscar winning performances.
As they grew up though so did I.
I became a “mature” mother,
one people would call “experienced”.
Both titles I was proud of.
Until last night.
Last night my daughter,
came into the sitting room.
She was smirking and said,
“Mom I really appreciate you”,
“Yes?” I said,
whilst bracing myself,
“I really wanted you to know that” she said.
“Yes?”, I repeated,
really beginning to sweat.
I began to relive the last twenty four hours,
wondering what I had missed.
“Well, this is for you”, she said.
producing a wrapped package from behind her back.
Inside was the DVD of Les Miserables.
I was stunned, and thrilled.
As I hugged her and thanked her,
I was forced to apologize,
for what I had been thinking.
She laughed heartily,
but it has left me uneasy.
I am a good mother,
I know that.
But the time has come for me to realize,
that I am in fact,
the mother of good children!