Her expectations are often high and overbearing,
Yet she understands the struggles to achieve these goals.
She expected me to be more girly with the way I look and act,
Yet she didn't punish me when I wasn't.
She's stubborn and impatient at times and always wants to be right,
Yet she's proud when I prove others wrong.
She needs to know where I am and what I'm doing at every minute of the day,
Yet she understands that sometimes, I need my space and time alone.
She raised me to be independent and take responsibility
Yet she's there when I need her.
Sometimes I feel she doesn't even listen to me,
Yet somehow she can recall the details of a story I told a week ago.
Maybe my mother is a walking contradiction
But she's my walking contradiction.
Dedicated to my mom for whom I'm thankful this Thanksgiving.