This is a post written to my mom, and I just want to say, “I’m sorry mom”. My mom had two girls, myself and my younger sister. I now have two girls, and as a mother, there are certain things you have to put up with. It’s not until you are a mother yourself that you understand just how much your mom did for you. Things that she could only possibly have done because she loves you unconditionally.
So, this is a list of things I want to apologise to my mum for.
I’m sorry for being ridiculous!
I’m sorry mom, for making you take out every single little bug that was floating in the pool before I agreed to get in! I now know that it’s not necessary, they won’t kill me, and that you hated it!
I’m sorry for being unappreciative.
I’m sorry mom, for asking you to do my hair in a certain style, but then furiously ripping it out because it’s not what I asked for!
I now know you were doing your best as a mum and not as a professional hairdresser. I realise that perhaps I didn’t describe it accurately. And also that you most likely did not have the time to create a masterpiece in a 6-year-old’s hair before school, what with everything else you were doing at that moment.
I’m sorry mom, for being ungrateful.
I’m sorry for being ungrateful for the food you put in front of me because it is not what I wanted right then at the moment.
I now know that you were doing your best and that maybe we didn’t have what I was expecting, or you didn’t have time to do what I wanted. I realise that you were probably trying to ensure we ate a balanced diet of healthy food.
I’m sorry for disrespecting you.
I’m sorry for not taking better care of my school bag, clothes, shoes, etc. I now know that they cost money, money that you worked hard for. And I realise that those things should be treated with care. I know that they should not be dragged through the mud [literally] or flung on the floor, kicked, discarded or lost.
I’m sorry mom, for my lack of understanding
I’m sorry mom, for fighting ‘bedtime’, and all the other practical things that are part of life. I now know that if I don’t go to bed on time, I will wake up grumpy and miserable the next day. When that happens, it is the rest of the world, but mostly you who will have to put up with my bad mood, which is not fair.
I’m sorry mum, for not understanding the life lessons you were trying to teach me.
I’m sorry for not listening to you when you tried to tell me that the most popular kids in school were also the meanest, with the least depth of character. I now know that you were right, I barely remember their names and their opinion of me then have in no way, shape, or form, affected my life as an adult.

I’m sorry for being a ‘brat’!
I’m sorry for telling you that I liked that brand new outfit you bought me, and spent your hard-earned money on, and then only wearing it once and declaring it ‘ugly’ or ‘stupid’. I now know that clothes are just clothes. You were providing what we needed. I realise that by being an ungrateful brat I was literally wasting your money and disrespecting you. Again.
I’m sorry for pushing the boundaries!
I’m sorry for not respecting the boundaries you created. I now know you were trying to keep me safe, both physically and emotionally. You were not out to ‘cramp my style’ or prevent me from having fun. You were far more aware of the potential dangers than I was even capable of comprehending.
I could go on, but I won’t.
Needless to say, the wheel has turned. Now that I am a mother experiencing all of these scenarios as a mom of two little girls it makes me love, respect and appreciate my mother even more than before. Because I didn’t know.
Love you mom. xx

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Ahhh I love love love this, it’s so true, reflecting back on everything, but look how you’ve learnt, life is a lesson for us all and realising our mistakes is half the battle. #MarvMondays
Thanks for commenting. Very true. I try remember these things when my daughters do them to me. If my mom can survive it, so can I.
Oh I adore this – I have two daughters also – I’m going to show them this and say look darling you’re going to say sorry one day so why not stop with all the rubbish now! brilliant post #BigPinkLink
Haha, thanks. I’m still deep in the trenches – mine are only 3 & 5. ?
An awesome read. I’m engaged and I’m thinking about how many sorrys I’ll have to say when the little ones come around. I often hear that being a mother humbles you. Thanks for sharing.
Indeed it does. Thanks for reading.
You’re welcome!
Having children is a total act of Karma. I was complaining how untidy the Tubblet was the other day and my dad laughed. Yes, I was untidy too!
Ah… no nice and true. I also have a girl and hell will have no fury if someone messes with her. And I love her to the moon and back – for ever. #globalblogging
What a beautiful tribute to your Mom. We all owe some apologies I suppose! :) #bigpinklink #globalblogging #marvelousmondays xoxoxo
This is a lovely post. I nodded along to all of them. I think in part, being an utter brat is a right of passage, and feel sure that my children will treat me to all this behaviour as they grow. I’m dreading it!!! :D Thanks for being an important part of the #bigpinklink
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Isn’t it amazing once we become mothers, we finally realize what our own moms went through? Hopefully, my girls will also realize that one day Today however, I will continue washing chocolate milk covered lego, because that’s what we do :). #globalblogging
Having my son was a revelation to me and suddenly I appreciated my mum so much more! All those little things that she did for me growing up and all the little ways that I was so ungrateful for them. And I think the appreciation goes even deeper when I see what a wonderful grandma she is to my son too – she’s absolutely in her element, and so different to how I remember her as a parent (my son gets away with murder compared to me and my sister!!) Thanks for joining us at #SharingtheBlogLove
My mom calls my girls her “reasons for living”! ?
Best grandma ever!
This is so lovely. I gave my mum hell and now as a mum myself i feel so bad #Postsfromtheheart
I love this post! I too remember feeling just like this when I became a mum, you really do see your own parents in a different light once you become one. I can relate to pretty much all of these. So many times I buy Alice clothes that she loves in the shop and then refuses to wear! Thank you for joining us at #SharingtheBlogLove x
I think the biggest thing I have to say to my Mum is that I get now why she was worried all the time! This is lovely #sharingthebloglove
I also have two girls, and am a twin myself, and I often think about what my mum said to me & what I hear myself saying to my girls now. I now understand so much about how I made her feel with my comments and defiance! #sharingthebloglove
Ah children can test you that’s for sure. #SharingtheBlogLove
Love this! I remember having this ephiany driving to work one day and I just started crying. Being a new mom, I had realized driving 70mph how much my mother loved me and that feeling overwhelmed me. #sharingthebloglove
Great post! ? that Last meme is brilliant! Thank you for linking up to #ablogginggoodtime ?
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I love you too x never apologise you didnt know x and I am now the proud mama