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What I want to tell my mother for mother’s day since I can’t actually tell her exactly this. For many reasons.

Mom, thanks for dealing with a redheaded child. I think you should’ve been prepared for a devil child upon first seeing this orange mess upon my head and I blame you for being naive, only because of this, but apparently you thought otherwise. I blame my older sister also. She’s too kind, sweet, and normal to compare to me. But nature takes it’s course and I became what I am today.

Thanks for acknowledging that I did the opposite of what you told me to do. We both admitted it. But I mean, that’s the only fun thing to do. Therefore I drank, smoke, and did what 99% of people my age do. Still, I do apologize that you expected more from me and I kind of shit on that. Thanks for allowing me to go to college and still be mediocre in my work. 

Thanks for doing the best any mother can for a crazy, redheaded child and still dealing with me, calling me your daughter, after what I put you through this last year. I call it interesting, you call it stressful.

 You’ve always been kind and easy going…allowing me to be the black-sheep of the family. Just know that a lot of people think I’m funny and the nicest person they know. I feel like that’s an accomplishment in itself.

Because most people are bitches.

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