Letter to My Mother

Mama,

I don’t know why I’m writing this right now, but I just felt like I had to. Maybe I was thinking about how life is short and I ought to be more thankful for what I have in life, from the little things (such as plumbing) to the big things (such as family). I’ve never said anything like this to you before, so this is kind of weird of me. I’m sure it’s weird for you too. I don’t know why I’m writing this on my blog instead of in an email to you. Well, I wrote negatively about you here before, so I guess it’s only fair that I write this publicly also.

I wanted to say that I’m thankful for you. In the past 19 years of my life, you’ve been critical of me and harsh with me, but you pushed me to be the best I could be. I’m grateful for that. I’m glad you made me participate in Chinese speech contests, however I protested. I’m glad you made me take ballet lessons — I wish I continued with it. I’m glad you made me play piano — I need to practice more. I’m glad you made me take swimming lessons, even though I’ve forgotten all of it. I’m glad you pushed me to continue figure skating when I wanted to quit — it taught me discipline and it’s an experience that I’ll never forget.

A huge part of who I am today I owe to you. Although you didn’t always do things the right way and we both hurt each other many times, you helped me become a strong, independent woman. I wouldn’t be the person I am today if you hadn’t encouraged me to pursue my passions and talents. Even though you aren’t able to appreciate my writing as much as native English speakers, you always read every word I write. You’ve tried your best to know me as a person and I would say you’ve succeeded in that. Thank you for being proud of me, just the way I am, and not pushing me to become someone I’m not.

I truly enjoyed my childhood — I was very lucky to have had so many eye-opening experiences. I honestly like the person I’ve become at the age of 19. For both of these things, I have you to thank. You are a confident, generous, and compassionate woman and I’m happy to say I’ve learned those traits from you. When I become a mother in the future, I will have many of your good examples to follow.

I hope that we will have many years of a happy, healthy relationship ahead of us. Thanks, mom.

Love,

Rebecca

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7 thoughts on “Letter to My Mother

  1. Mother-Daughter relationships are never easy, usually stormy but definitely rewarding. I guess I never really got to appreciate my mom till I became a mom myself. Consider myself blessed! Wonderful to be a daughter & Great being a mom.

    • Oh yes, “stormy” would be a good way to describe mother-daughter relationships. I still have quite a few years before motherhood, but I’m looking forward to it! How old is your daughter?

  2. I’m so touched by your “Letter”. I don’t know your mother THAT well but based on the encounters we had, I could tell that you’re her EVERYTHING. This note would mean so much to her. She’s most certainly a generous and compassionate lady and she fights for justice! I have a lot of respect for her. I wish I get letters from my children….

    • Aww Rosa thank you for your comment! Don’t worry, I’m sure your kids love you very much and are very thankful for you. Haha and believe me, it is a very rare occasion for me to write or say anything like this to my mom.

  3. My daughter is 20. She started med school this year. It is great to be a mom. Had I known this, am sure that I would have had her earlier.

    Wishing you the best!

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