Just Because I Love you (mostest)

I feel as though I owe a tribute to someone today. To someone who puts up with me on the worse days, and listens to me rant and rave about things that make absolutely no sense. She also patiently continues to try and teach me about numbers – something that makes perfect sense to her, and absolutely no sense to me. But she tries, day in and day out – drawing pictures, making graphs, and attempting to teach the un-teachable. She doesn’t even roll her eyes when I get it all wrong (numbers and other such) again (and again) and again.

Someone who, during these past 22 years of my life – has yet to give up on anyone that is important. But doesn’t bother to waste her time on things that really don’t matter. I think life would be so much simpler if I could just realize that the things she spends her time on – are IMPORTANT and not wastes of time. Sometimes I am in too much of a hurry and roll my eyes at her idea. I rush by the good buys in the store and by the time I realize they actually WERE a good deal? They are gone. Sorry mom. I get annoyed. A lot. And since she is the one person I spend the most time around – shes the one that gets the brunt of it all.

Yet in all that, she has yet to toss in the towel. She continues to try to make me smile (and succeeds) and give me hugs – even though 99% of the time I push her away because shes interrupting me, or hugging me when I don’t WANT A HUG! And then of course I feel guilty because well, its mom, and shes hugging me, and dammit that was really rude to push her hug away – because moms hugs just make everything better, right?

I get frustrated too often. And annoyed, too much. Angry. And need alone time too. I send her off to find something else to do, get frustrated when she doesn’t see what I see, or doesn’t understand what I do. But then I have to stop and think about it – its just what makes life so interesting. We all understand something different. She knows numbers, and I don’t. She tries to teach me numbers, and they refuse to like me. But she doesn’t get upset, like I do.

So today, on a random day in October, I just want to say – I love you mom. I love you MOSTEST. No matter how hard you try to convince me that it isn’t true, and you love me mostest.

Thanks for loving me, and putting up with me. And all my nonsense.

– Favorite daughter, Chir