The Tragedy of Parenting

What She Heard

Let me tell you now and forever – I am going to make you miserable, wretchedly unhappy and terribly uncomfortable.

I am going to make you cry.

There will be days when you wish I were dead and you will relish the thought of me laying in my grave finally freeing you of the torture that is living with me.

You are going to hate me and what I do to you. You are going to try to avoid me at all costs and yet I will always find you.

You will never… ever be able to escape me.

What She Said

Dear daughter – I write these words so you may remember the intentions, the sentiments, that fill the spaces between what I say and that which you will hear.

You are young and your emotions move you with such violence that they sweep away – no, they raze and lay waste to all but that which you must hear in order to break away from me. I understand how it is, I have traveled that journey as well. It is a treacherous and lonely one but a necessary journey to take.

I have no doubt that you will come back. And when you do, you will find these words and they will give you comfort for they will fill in all those gaps that you tried (in vain, for a mother’s love will always prevail) to force between my words.

Let me tell you now and forever – I am going to make you miserable for I will push you to be all that I know you can be, despite your efforts to the contrary, wretchedly unhappy when I challenge you to own who you are and wear yourself with pride, and terribly uncomfortable when you see me attempting to do the same.

I am going to make you cry for I will not always give in to your demands, but I will be there to help you learn how to satisfy them yourself.

There will be days when you wish I were dead and you will relish the thought of me lying in my grave finally freeing you of the torture that is living with me because sometimes you will just want to be alone and make your own decisions without your mother always trailing along beside you in life. And eventually you will and I will miss you terribly.

You are going to hate me and what I do to you because I will tether you to the ground when all you want is to explore the heavens and I will propel you to new experiences when all you want is to remain shackled to that which you know. 

You are going to try to avoid me at all costs and yet I will always find you because in that frail body of yours you carry my heart and that inviolable link will bind us together for as long as we shall live.

You will never, ever be able to escape me for I will never, ever stop loving you.

[PS – if you’re looking for a slight twist, check this out in old English: Tragedy of Parenting]

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