My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.- Mark Twain
I suspect the same goes for me and my mom. Despite our occasional "struggles," however, I don't think I've ever been inappropriately disrespectful to my mother (well... maybe once or four times as a teenager). Let's put it this way: she's never had to 'slap me down' for being disrespectful to her. In my current adult headspace, I would rather a thousand times 'lose the battle of the moment,' and walk quietly away from any mom-son confrontation, than be an insufferable jerk and make nasty, hurtful statements to a person for whom I hold such profound love and respect. I really, really don't think I have it in me to be jackass to this being of brilliant light who -- as she often reminds me through her heart-centered, selfless actions -- is an angel walking among humans.
Happy Mother's Day, Mamá! Thank you for your beautiful, infinite, unconditional love.
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