Until Saturday night, I never truly understood what the words in the headline of this post — spoken frequently by my Mom when I was growing up, meant.
Over the years, I’ve talked about how strict a parent my Mom was. It wasn’t that she didn’t let me do things, or allow me to go out with my friends or have fun, but she always had to know where I was, who I was with, what adults were involved and when I would be home. If any of those items were missing, so was I…to my friends at least. As you can imagine, as a kid, I felt as if I was missing out on having fun with my friends because of my over protective Mother. And yes, there was “kid resentment.”
But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to understand and even appreciate why she was so strict and concerned about my safety. But it wasn’t until the Zimmerman verdict was read Saturday night, that I apologized to my Mom, for ever questioning her motives in trying to keep me safe.
I love you, Mom. Thank you.
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