My Mother Never

My mother never understood me. Ever since I can remember our thoughts and opinions have always been like oil and water; we just can't mix. I always felt out of order every time I was around her. Before reaching adolescence our relationship was close. My mother was my hero. I truely respected, admired, and appreciated her hard work; not only as a mother but as a wife and employee. She worked at a company named Coffer for ten years, which later closed down. Even though she had a very difficult schedule; she worked from 7pm to 5am , she managed to fulfill her obligations as a mother. She would wake up early to take us to school on time, but not after preparing a good morning meal. My thoughts and respect have always been the same, however our relationship became distant when I began to make my own decisions. Our problems began when I was in eight grade she began to question my friends and even concerned about my clothing. She was so used of picking my clothes out for me all the time. Her concern as an overprotective mother forced her to make decisions for me and to loose trust on my own opinions. I felt like she didn't want me to have my own experiences to possibly learn from my mistakes if I was making the wrong choices. It was not long after our relationship completely fell apart. High school was what drew us farther apart. I made not so bright choices, but very fun and unforgettable events; like ditching school with my friends on a regular basis. When she found out, she began to prohibit me from spending time with my friends, one in particular. My mother thought that these people where being a bad influence on me. I could no longer move forward without her being aware. It got to a point where I couldn't step outside my house without her knowing. I even had her own personal spy, my sister, as her allied. I felt like my life was miserable having my sister around me all the time reporting my every move to my mother. I got so tired of her authority that I became rebellious. I ignored her instructions and did what I wanted. Everything got to a point where there was no communication between us. I would try to keep myself occupied with school and work as much as I could as long as it would keep me away from home. Every time I was at home there would always be arguments between us. She didn't recognize my school efforts and struggles to graduate. Nothing seemed enough to please her. My so called bad conduct almost took me to Mexico, according to my mother, to straighten me out. It was not until my father interfered and gave me what my mother could not, a second chance. I focused on graduating without having to renounce on my friends. I was always criticized by my actions. Every move I made was not after a long speech about my failure in the future. As soon as I graduated I made a life changing choice, I decided to move out. I had been currently working full time. First, I was working as a medical assistant from 8am to 5pm. Then a telemarketing job from 6pm to 10pm. I thought I had life all figured out. To my disappointed, I missed not being at home. I missed being surrounded by my father and siblings and even my mothers delicious cooking. I was so frustrated because I wanted to go back for so many reasons, yet I didn't want to go through the same torturing experieces with my mother. After being away for a while she began to call me to see how I was doing. I then decided to visit her every once in a while. Our conversations where no longer belligerent. It was on one visit that she offered me to come back home which I didn't hesitate to answer. Our relationship improved after I got married and only grew stronger when I gave birth to my son. However, even though our relationship is better we still have strong disagreements. After a very long time I realized that even though we dont agree in surtain discussions or decisions it should not be a reason for us to grow apart. I have learned to deal with her mistakes and she with mine even if she has a hard time approving them.
Its okay for us to be like oil and water because no one is ever the same.