No matter what I do, nor what I achieve, regardless of what others believe, a mothers love is thicker than the air we breathe. Arguments are endless, rage has fueled the fire, comments fired back and Fourth are words we do not mean. Even though it's said and done when the moon falls and the night ends, the love a mother has,  starts 9 months before our life begins. Interpretation that we as kids begin to see, is the exact opposite of what a loving mother really thinks. The passion behind their words, the passion behind their expressions, no one will ever show that kind of passion so take a mothers love as a blessing.  Ups and downs filled with heartache and pain, so consistent migraines become second nature. Love isn't always the story book ending, made to be tough, and purposely hard, but no matter what you do, an imprint in a mothers heart Turns to scar, Not scar As a wound, better yet, the scar is from
Whom? They yell and scream because what we don't see, is that they want us to
Accomplish our dreams, more than anything or anyone, and it crushes a mother when we act like we're on different teams. We make excuses and point fingers for our problems, no matter how old or big we grow, in their eyes were still and forever their baby boy or girl and our problems they still want to solve, endless that doesn't disolve. I say this being true because it's a story I myself and my mother are currently going through. Seeing eye to eye might never exist, the love she has for me as I for her is the only thing in this life that is endless. For years I've tried to separate and take a break, it never works because a life of a mother calls for no breaks, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, but still it's taking me this long to understand and appreciate the definition of what a loving mother really means. Instead of Eliminating her tears and being medication for her anxiety, it is I who caused the suffering and pain, when any day she would of gladly gave her life for me. She hid away her fear and protected me at any cost, still in my selfish ways I told her off and made clear she wasn't my boss. The look in her eyes, when i saw her insides cave in like shattering glass, I wish I could take away the past because I'm ashamed and embarrassed for the things I said and actions I gave,
Now knowing its true, because the love she still has for me never ever died or became less,  but only stronger everyday.