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I Loved You Enough
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Some day when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother, I will tell them: I loved you enough to ask you about where you were going, with whom, and what time you would get home.
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I loved you enough to insist that you buy a bike we could afford to give you with your own money
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I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover your hand-picked friend was a creep
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I loved you enough to make you return a Milky Way - with a bite out of it - to a drugstore and to confess: "I stole this."
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I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that would have taken me fifteen minutes.
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I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, disgust, and tears in my eyes.
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I loved you enough to admit I was wrong and ask for your forgiveness.
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I loved you enough to let you stumble, fall and hurt.
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I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions at 6, 10, 16 or 20.
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