mother, am I who you thought I’d be,
when you first held me close, so lovingly?
you’ve said before that you’re not disappointed,
but I’m still ashamed, confused, disjointed-
in life - I’m lost sometimes, apathetic, scared of change,
fear of the mirror, the person, it’s strange.
I just want to know if I’ve made you proud,
yet I’m too fucking afraid to ask aloud,
“mum, am I what you hoped to see,
when you gave the world a part of me?”
I‘ve never meant to cause you worry.
*I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.*
mossyelfie I am really grateful for my mom’s growth and change probably more than nearly anything else in my life 💛 proud of you for doing the work on your own!!!!!
when you’re catching up or asking advice or fighting or putting up boundaries, whatever your relationship, play your parent a song you’ve been listening to a lot. even if they don’t get it, it’s a revelatory experience if you let it be
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌