Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

There are days since I have become a parent when I feel the need to pick up the phone and call to say I'm sorry for all the grief I gave you when I was growing up. I had a vision today of what my children's teenage years will be like and I have to say-I'm terrified!! Mommy, I saw the future and it is scary!! Here is my long overdue apology.

For all the times it would have been easier to knock the teeth out of my smart ass mouth than hug me, thank you for not making me look like a homeless hillbilly.

For all the times I bitched and moaned about how there was nothing to eat in the house after you had just gone to the grocery and there was enough food to feed the Duggar family, thank you for not making me starve just to teach me a lesson.

For every dinner you made that I turned up my nose at and said "I'm not hungry" and later smuggled chips out of the kitchen, thank you for not cramming them down my throat.

For all the times you made sure my clothes were washed, ironed and folded and stacked neatly on my bed for me to put away, thank you for not throwing them all out the window when one week later they lay on the floor, my desk or bed and not in my dresser where you intended.

For all the times all the necessities magically appeared and I took every one of them for granted, thank you for not making them magically disappear.

And for every foot stomp, hissy fit, eye roll, overly dramatic outburst that made up ages 14-18, thank you for always loving me. At least I hope it was out of love and not because prison orange isn't your color.

Love Always,
Your apologetic and completely terrified of your grandkids becoming teenagers, Daughter

PS
Thanks for having me first because I wasn't nearly as bad as my little sister ;)