A letter for Mother's Day: "Thank you for being as you are (imperfect)"

Every year, on the occasion of Mother's Day, we offer you a poem and / or writing to congratulate all mothers. We always do the poem, but the letter depends a little on the inspiration and time we have, and in this case we wanted to rescue it to try to offer an important message to mothers and future mothers.

It is the message of a son or daughter who he thanks his mother for being as he is, even imperfect, offering him the reason for that nuance. Something like sending it to all mothers who, while there is love, respect and dedication, despite the failures they may have, are the perfect mothers for their children.

Thank you for being the way you are (from imperfect)

I do not know very well where to start because there are many things that I want to say and they go around in my head in a scattered way, without order or concert, a bit like we are children: inconstant, energetic, changing, that we are laughing and crying and We love you so much as we tell you that we don't love you at all. The fact is that I have sat here, mom, with my bad letter and a somewhat crumpled paper to tell you how much I love you and thank you for how you are.

I know in good ink that, since I was born, you have tried to do things well, or very well. The fear of failing, the fear of being wrong, the fear of stopping doing important things or doing things that could harm me have made you very aware of everything and I know that this causes you some anxiety. Anxiety or fear, that the most important person in your life, I, can reproach you for something like sometimes, inside you, you reproach your parents. And you see me, sitting to thank you, so you will have done something very well, even though sometimes you don't feel exactly that.

I know that you have lived many hard things, that you have suffered in many aspects and I know that with me you had the desire to finally do something very well and that you saw the opportunity to heal old wounds through motherhood because, does it not enrich And does it make someone grow up to know that you are raising and feeding a baby in the best way you can? Isn't it a motivation and a pride to know that you are doing your best to make your children good people? Isn't sharing, giving, offering the best of one the moment when the perfect circle between what one is and what the other can become?

Because when a mother is the best she can offer, they are not toys, gifts, or the best clothes, but her love, her time and her love. And this, although it is wrong to say, not all mothers (or all fathers) give it the same way. Why do I say this, mom? Because I want you to know that the day you are not, the day you miss me, the day you leave, your legacy will remain in me forever. Your words, your kisses, your caresses, your love ... and your imperfections. All this will remain in me, in my learning, in my life, in my way of being, and I will also transmit it to my children so that, in a way, each new generation is a bit of who you are.

I already know it. Right now you will be telling yourself that you are not a special person, but simply a mother who tries to do her best and is more wrong than she would wish. I know you feel that way, but you can be calm: that is what all mothers think, because you are so responsible, you give so much for us, your children, that you always think that you could give a little more, or that you could do better.

And yet I thank you because you are imperfect, because you do many things well, but you do things that you would not want to end up doing. And although I know that you have cried because you have not managed to be the ideal mother you wanted to be, you should be proud only for the mere fact of having tried and continuing to try. Take that pressure off, mom, because to be a perfect mother you should be a perfect woman, and that woman doesn't exist. In addition, you would have to have a perfect child, and I am not, because children do not come to do what our parents want, but to be free, to do what we want and need and, in a way, to give you a few life lessons.

Yes, yes, life lessons, that you elders are used to living according to schedules and rules that seem stupid to us. But if most of you always live in the constant search for happiness and you can't find it! We, on the other hand, are happy and, instead of learning from us how to do it, you want us to get used to your way of life, much more stressful.

But still, I thank you because every time you make a mistake I realize that, when I'm wrong, that I will, I will be as human as you. Because every time you ask me for forgiveness, I will be learning to ask for forgiveness. Whenever it makes you feel bad, when I get angry, you will see that there is something that I am asking you and you do not understand, and you will fight to find a way to get both in tune again.

If you were perfect, I would pretend to be too, and realizing that I cannot, I would feel fatal, depressed, hurt and sad for not fulfilling your expectations. But knowing that this is not the case makes me feel more capable of being myself and not so much who I think you want it to be. In addition, I know that you try, that you always try to do better and that you struggle to spend more time with me, and that makes me feel very loved and, at the same time, makes me love you very much.

Therefore, I tell you again, do not be obfuscated with trying to be the best mother in the world, because I do not need it. I only need you, as you are, to learn through you how is this imperfect world in which I have lived and how these continuous clashes between people and characters are managed. How else would I learn to relate to other children and other adults, if everything is always idyllic, away from outside reality? Being this way, being as you are, with the love with which you treat me, with the love with which you speak to me and with the respect with which you make your decisions you are my perfect imperfect mother.

So don't change, keep treating me like this, so you always explain to Dad: "I take care of him this way because it's how I would have liked my parents to treat me, and besides, I feel that way, he leaves inside ", like this, as it comes from within, and continues to accompany me on this path so complicated that I have had to live, because life can be very hard and sad for everything, or very hard and happy, despite everything, as Take me in my backpack the day I say goodbye to you. At the moment, when I open it, I see dedication and affection, so since I don't reproach you for anything, don't do it either. And if you think you can improve on something, go ahead. Everything you grow as a person will be everything I take with me.

Without further ado, I say goodbye not before telling you that I LOVE YOU, like this, with capital letters.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.