My mom had this poem hung outside the entrance to the bathroom…. I guess she figured that’s where the most active, attentive foot traffic is. I’m glad I found it… because I need to remember it:
Look, I’m not your friend. I’m your Mother.
I am the only Mother you will ever have.
My job is very different from, and way beyond, the job of being your friend.
Also, this is not a democracy.
I didn’t campaign for you to elect me. You certainly didn’t vote for me.
But, God did choose me for this job.
If you could realize how much I love you, (I hope that deep down you know I do)
Then it would be easier for you to take my discipline because it is an extension of my love.
I, as your parent, have a tremendous responsibility.
I am the one who God trusted to introduce you to this world.
It is my job to guide you to the road that will take you to a good life.
You may question my intelligence, my logic, or even my sanity, but you cannot question my intent.
This is not an easy job! (One that you won’t truly understand until you have kids of your own!)
The one thing I want you to get from all this is… I love you so much that I am willing to sacrifice your love for me in order to put you on the right road.
If you still love me, that’s wonderful.
But that’s not as important as the fact that I love you!