Rated C for Corny (or G for General Audiences, whichever you prefer).
My Mother
Many people fight with their parents around my age. I am one of the exceptions. I don't know why I am different; I am a regular teenager in all other regards. I go to school, gossip with my friends, laugh, eat, sleep, and go on the internet.
But my relationship with my mother is the one thing that sets me apart. We don't fight, in fact, we barely even bicker. Sure, we have our disagreements from time to time, but we get along quite well.
My friends often say that I am lucky because I have no rules in my house, but they aren't right. I have rules, just like everyone else does, although my mother doesn't need to say them, they are just things that I know. I need to respect my mother (although I come up with fun, appropriate names for her and she rolls her eyes), and I need to do my homework. I don't have to do chores, but if I don't, I don't get allowance.
Almost none of my friends understand my relationship with my mother. They all believe that she is very lax, and sometimes, that she doesn't care. My mother is lax, but she does care. My friends are wrong. They mistake respect and treating someone like an equal for not caring, but in my opinion, the respect that my mother gives me makes me respect her all the more. I believe that she is more down-to-Earth than most parents because she understands that in order to get respect, one needs to give respect.
Now don't get me wrong here, I don't run the household. My mother does, and she had ever since dad left. She cooks (some meals better than others), does most of the cleaning (I loathe cleaning, but I help out occasionally), and helps me with all my problems (even when I don't want help).
She is the only parent that I know who trusts their child completely. She doesn't check my e-mail, she doesn't 'clean my room' when really looking for my diary, she doesn't interrogate my friends, and she doesn't always yell, "Where are you going?" or "When will you be back?" when I go outside. All I have to do is tell her that I'm going out and she smiles and says okay.
My mother and I have a strong relationship. She is the one that I can ask anything. I think of her as more of a friend than a mother at times, mainly because she can be even more immature than me when she wants to (which is saying something because I am quite immature).
She trusts me to follow the rules, even when she doesn't say them, she respects me, and she trusts my judgment.
So I love my mother, not only because of who she is, but because of who she made me.
Many people fight with their parents around my age. I am one of the exceptions. I don't know why I am different; I am a regular teenager in all other regards. I go to school, gossip with my friends, laugh, eat, sleep, and go on the internet.
But my relationship with my mother is the one thing that sets me apart. We don't fight, in fact, we barely even bicker. Sure, we have our disagreements from time to time, but we get along quite well.
My friends often say that I am lucky because I have no rules in my house, but they aren't right. I have rules, just like everyone else does, although my mother doesn't need to say them, they are just things that I know. I need to respect my mother (although I come up with fun, appropriate names for her and she rolls her eyes), and I need to do my homework. I don't have to do chores, but if I don't, I don't get allowance.
Almost none of my friends understand my relationship with my mother. They all believe that she is very lax, and sometimes, that she doesn't care. My mother is lax, but she does care. My friends are wrong. They mistake respect and treating someone like an equal for not caring, but in my opinion, the respect that my mother gives me makes me respect her all the more. I believe that she is more down-to-Earth than most parents because she understands that in order to get respect, one needs to give respect.
Now don't get me wrong here, I don't run the household. My mother does, and she had ever since dad left. She cooks (some meals better than others), does most of the cleaning (I loathe cleaning, but I help out occasionally), and helps me with all my problems (even when I don't want help).
She is the only parent that I know who trusts their child completely. She doesn't check my e-mail, she doesn't 'clean my room' when really looking for my diary, she doesn't interrogate my friends, and she doesn't always yell, "Where are you going?" or "When will you be back?" when I go outside. All I have to do is tell her that I'm going out and she smiles and says okay.
My mother and I have a strong relationship. She is the one that I can ask anything. I think of her as more of a friend than a mother at times, mainly because she can be even more immature than me when she wants to (which is saying something because I am quite immature).
She trusts me to follow the rules, even when she doesn't say them, she respects me, and she trusts my judgment.
So I love my mother, not only because of who she is, but because of who she made me.
