Friday, August 27, 2010

Love Hate Relationship

I won't tell you who constructed such a fine piece of artwork.
As they might have morning after regret.
But, I will tell you
that karma is a bummer.

And for all the times I said this exact thing to my mom
I want you to know
that I always knew you didn't hate me.

If helping you to learn to clean your room
so you can have
a nice home of your own someday
means I hate you,
then I hate you.

If disciplining you for
disobedience
so that you will learn
that actions have consequences
means I hate you,
then I hate you.

If reading scriptures with you every day,
so that you will know
the love of God and Christ
means I hate you,
then I must hate you.

If sitting down with you to
do your homework
every day after school
so you won't be a procrastinator
means I hate you
then I hate you.

If telling you to hurry
because you are going to be late
for soccer again,
so that you will learn to be responsible
means I hate you,
then I hate you.

If asking you to remember
and wash your face every night
so you won't be scarred
by the effects of
adolescent acne
means I hate you,
then I hate you.

If taking your phone away
so that you can learn to
have a real conversation
means I hate you,
then I hate you.

If requiring you to wear
modest clothes
so that you will
have self-respect
means I hate you,
then I hate you.

If limiting your TV time
so that you won't
turn into a couch potato
means I hate you,
then I hate you.

If asking you to help
with household chores
so that you will learn
to be a contributing member of society
means I hate you
then I hate you.

Now,
go back,
and read
every one
of these stanzas
over again.
And where they say,
"means I hate you
then I hate you"
please replace with
"means I love you,
then I love you."

And then add this last one.

If laughing
when you make a sign like this
so that you will
learn not to take
yourself too serious
means I love you,
then you must know
that I really love you.
Because I am still laughing.

2 comments:

ShEiLa said...

I remember thinking this as a kid... it was all about pity and feeling sorry for myself. If I really thought about it I knew my Mother loved me more than anybody else in the whole wide world.

I hope the love hate thing turns into love.love.

ToOdLeS.

Yo Mamma said...

Man, I really hate my kids, too. Really, really hate them.