Thankful
Nothing that I do or have accomplished so far will ever be good enough for you, maybe nothing anyone does will. Others do not sweat the small stuff while your reaction looms large at a rate faster than the speed of light. While people praise the colorful fabric, your eyes pore over its snagged edges. Some relish the calm before the storm, while you sometimes inflict more pain than what was headed. Others rejoice in the scanty, but your thirst for perfection is insatiable.
How ironic that you have healed and restored me in numerous occasions yet at times you rub salt in deep wounds. People all have QUIRKS that must be respected, but somehow you stamp them as deficiencies or inadequacies. I try my best to put a smile on your face, yet my fitful efforts often backfire.
But I love you just the same, because you are my MOTHER, the wind beneath my wings, the crutch I will forever need, the shield that keeps me warm. I am most THANKFUL that you are around.
