I am writing this letter to tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. I feel blessed to have you as my mother. As I grow older (and hopefully wiser) just like you do, I get to know you better. When I was a little girl, I thought you were perfect. "All mothers are perfect and they never have or will do anything wrong in their life.." This is what I thought.
Then I grew up a bit more. As a college going girl, I thought you were my best friend because I could share everything with you (well most things). This continued until recently, when an unpleasant incident completely changed my outlook towards our mother-daughter relationship. You expressed some of your opinions about the incident, which I totally disagreed with. "How could she say this?" I thought. You suggested I should come home earlier than I usually did, you were very curious about which friends I hanged out with and where I went. I was angry and sad because I thought the both of us had very similar mindsets, opinions and philosophies regarding different aspects of life. One of the most hurtful things is to be mad at and disagree with someone you love. I thought about this for a very long time and my mind was confused because on one hand you mean so much to me and on the other hand you said things that infuriated me. After some thinking, a realization dawned upon me. They say circumstances make a man. How could I expect you and me to be like-minded when there is a difference of twenty four years between the two of us? Our struggles have been different. And hence our opinions and notions. You are my mother and worrying comes naturally to all mothers. I realized I should love you and respect you for what you are - my mother. Friends are different. You are not my friend. You are someone who cares excessively and hopes that I be safe all the time. No one is perfect, neither you, nor me. So I will stop expecting you to be "more like a friend rather than a mother" and to have the same perspectives about everything in life. Loving your folks without expecting them to be perfect all the time gives true happiness.