Spoiler
I'm looking for positive/constructive feedback and critiques. If you feel like all you want to tell me is "This is your mother, you must love her", then please don't say anything. I am well aware that this is my mother, and I do love her, I just need to express some feelings I had today. Just not to her.
Dear Mother,
I realize your are that, but there are times I wish you were less. In crowding me and my sisters you in turn crowd yourself, resulting in a short temper on all's part.
When one of the others makes a simple mistake, you assume they were deliberate in their actions. In punishing them for something they meant not to do, you punish all in turn, taking your frustration out on everyone. I wish you wouldn't. It's not our fault, so why do you do it? Since when does one child with a smart mouth make all the rest 'brats' as well? I hate it when you insult us so terribly without good reason. I know you know we had nothing to do it, so why do you not even attempt to reign in your anger towards those not involved in the incident?
Whenever I forget something, every time, without fail, you point out that you are not responsible for remembering everything for me. You say it like I asked you to. Why can't you let me deal with my own problems without pointing out the obvious fact that it wasn't your fault? Seeing as I already know that, the chances of your saying so is not likely to increase my chances of remembering next time.
I won't beat around the bush; sometimes I am embarrassed for you. It's a shocker, but it's true: you, as an adult, have a greater tendency towards strong language and perversity than I, a teenager. When you let loose your road rage with the rest of the family in the car, I flinch at what my youngest sisters are hearing from your mouth. They look up to you over anyone else, Mother, do you see what you are teaching them?
As the oldest child, I am burdened with the responsibility of caring for and protecting my sisters when you are not around, and sometimes when you are. You make that an overwhelming and sometimes difficult task. When you slap them for crying, can you not see that you are doing more harm than good? They are expecting you to tell them you love them, and to embrace them, but when you don't you are warping their image of what a mother should be.
I understand the anger you feel, but there are many times that I wish I didn't. I wish you would hide it, smother it.
It is terrible, but true, that there are times when I am frightened of you. Yes, I do fear you in the sense of respect, but I also fear you often in the sense of "I want to run and hide." You are a mother. Do you think that is an emotion that should be evoked in your own posterity?
For one thing of this, though, I am grateful. I still learn from you, and rest assured that I will raise my children as the mother you never were. I have learned to be strong, and I have learned to think twice before I act only because you didn't.
Still, don't think me entirely ungrateful. I fully realize what you do for me and my siblings. I really do love you; I only wish I could express that, and everything else, so openly to you without fear.
-Your Oldest Daughter

