A Little Too Late

Dear Mom,

I'm sitting here thinking about my life and I have to admit, I was wrong about a lot of things when I was growing up. I know I didn't always listen to you or take your advice, but as I've gotten older, I've realized that you were right about most things.

Remember when I was in middle school and I thought I knew everything? I would roll my eyes and say "mom, you just don't understand!" But the truth is, you did understand. You understood me better than I understood myself.

I remember when I wanted to stay out late with my friends and you would say no. I thought you were being unfair and ruining my life, but now I see that you were just trying to protect me. You were trying to keep me safe from harm and help me make good choices.

And remember when I didn't want to eat my vegetables or do my homework? You would always tell me that they were important for my health and my future. I didn't listen, but now I see that you were right again. Eating well and working hard have made all the difference in my life.

As I've grown older, I've realized that you were always trying to teach me valuable lessons and help me become a good person. You were patient with me, even when I wasn't very nice to you. You encouraged me to pursue my dreams and supported me when I failed.

Mom, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for being such a great mom. Thank you for putting up with me when I was difficult. And thank you for teaching me the importance of hard work, good values, and a healthy dose of humility.

I love you, Mom. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize how lucky I am to have you in my life.

Love,
Eroded