By Jarely Cabading
Most teens have a strong bond with their mom where they tell each other everything and do mother-daughter things. For me, it’s just not the truth.
When I was a kid I would go everywhere with my mom and do girly things together. We would go shopping and laugh together.
As I’m getting older, we slowly start becoming distant towards each other. The only time we would actually talk is when we would need something from each other or when my grades would come in and they turned out to be the grades she doesn’t want me to have.
It’s been hard to talk to my mom about certain things because I feel like she wouldn’t get what I’m going through. It’s hard to talk about my grades and how stressful school could be. School in the Philippines was easy for her, yet she doesn’t know how it is in this generation. She always told me to just focus on school and that’d be all the support I would get.
A few days ago I realized my mom doesn’t get the love she needs. With everything she does in the house, I realized she doesn’t get a “thank you” or even hugs. My family loves her but we struggle on how to show it.
I witnessed my mom having a mental breakdown which caught my attention. As a result, I decided to sit and listen to her. I was worried because at the time, we were on vacation in Las Vegas and I believed that she should be having a good time instead of crying. For the first time ever, I listened to what she had to say.
She told me she was worried that her daughter doesn’t love her, referring to my sister. “When I was in the hospital for my lung surgery she didn’t bother to visit...Those two times I was there she didn’t want to come, was she not worried at all?”
Despite the hospital incident, my mom would still continue to babysit my sister’s son, yet at the end of the day, she still never received a single thank you from her.
After listening to her vent to me about how she doesn’t feel appreciated, I realized that she needs someone to comfort her throughout these moments, and I want to be that person. I never really asked how she was doing or talked about her feelings back then, and now I just want to be there for her.
Every time I leave or come home I give my mom a kiss on the cheek or a hug, sometimes both. I want her to know that she is loved.
Most teens have a strong bond with their mom where they tell each other everything and do mother-daughter things. For me, it’s just not the truth.
When I was a kid I would go everywhere with my mom and do girly things together. We would go shopping and laugh together.
As I’m getting older, we slowly start becoming distant towards each other. The only time we would actually talk is when we would need something from each other or when my grades would come in and they turned out to be the grades she doesn’t want me to have.
It’s been hard to talk to my mom about certain things because I feel like she wouldn’t get what I’m going through. It’s hard to talk about my grades and how stressful school could be. School in the Philippines was easy for her, yet she doesn’t know how it is in this generation. She always told me to just focus on school and that’d be all the support I would get.
A few days ago I realized my mom doesn’t get the love she needs. With everything she does in the house, I realized she doesn’t get a “thank you” or even hugs. My family loves her but we struggle on how to show it.
I witnessed my mom having a mental breakdown which caught my attention. As a result, I decided to sit and listen to her. I was worried because at the time, we were on vacation in Las Vegas and I believed that she should be having a good time instead of crying. For the first time ever, I listened to what she had to say.
She told me she was worried that her daughter doesn’t love her, referring to my sister. “When I was in the hospital for my lung surgery she didn’t bother to visit...Those two times I was there she didn’t want to come, was she not worried at all?”
Despite the hospital incident, my mom would still continue to babysit my sister’s son, yet at the end of the day, she still never received a single thank you from her.
After listening to her vent to me about how she doesn’t feel appreciated, I realized that she needs someone to comfort her throughout these moments, and I want to be that person. I never really asked how she was doing or talked about her feelings back then, and now I just want to be there for her.
Every time I leave or come home I give my mom a kiss on the cheek or a hug, sometimes both. I want her to know that she is loved.