Apology Essay To Mom

Everyone of us seem to owe an apology to our mom at some point of our lives. A sorry letter to mom is the perfect way to express your apology, as words can reflect a higher sense of in-depth feelings as compared to any other way of communication.
The relationship that we share with mom is as pure, strong, and meaningful as the relationship we share with God. She is the one who understood us when no one else did, she was the one who spent sleepless nights to make us feel comforted when we cried, she was the one who gave priority to nothing else when it came to us, and trust me, she is the only person who will be the happiest in this world when you grow successful and happy in your life, even if you end up staying away from her! For all that our mom has done for us, do we honestly think that we have treated her the way she deserves? Well, a sorry letter can just be the beginning...

Many a time, knowingly or unknowingly, we tend to say or do things that hurts mom to a great extent. Although she doesn't show it, or react the way she should, but then, the one who taught us to respect others, has been disrespected by us many times. Writing a letter expressing your sorry to her becomes a must when you realize how you have hurt her emotions while you were busy fulfilling the desires of others and/or your own. If you want to show your mom how much you love her and how much she means to you, write down an apology letter to your dearest mother and speak your heart out.

Sample of a Sorry Letter to Your Mom

At times, no matter how hard you try, sorry seems to be the hardest word to utter..., perhaps, it's just the shame that stops us from saying sorry to the one who always wished the best for us, but we never understood. Below is a sample which will give you an idea of how to write a apology letter to your mom.

October 21, 2010

Dear Mom,

It's really hard for me to express how deeply sorry I am to have hurt you in the past. Words cannot describe how making you feel disrespected and alone has made me feel―miserable and guilty. I wasn't in my senses then, but that is no excuse! As a child, you always taught me to respect others, even if they were rude to me. How could I hurt you of all people? You, who never gave up on me, you who always saved me from dad when I messed up. You, who always made me realize how special I am when the world forced me to believe that I was worthless; you, who never left me alone when I was upset or afraid.

I remember the times, when no matter how tired you were, you always sat next to me to know how my day at school went, or maybe read out my favorite story. And now I feel horribly guilty of not spending much time with you, blaming my busy schedule as an excuse! Now when I have grown up, I realize the fact that no matter how hard you tried to comfort me in my pain, I pushed you away thinking that you would never understand! But I was so wrong mom. You knew beforehand that things were not right with me, you understood me before I could understand myself, that the path I took, did not have a happy end. I was too busy, and too much engrossed in my own world, that I forgot that my world is nothing without you! I realize that now, and I am terribly sorry for hurting you, for saying words that should have never even crossed my thoughts, for taking your love, your care, and your concern for granted.

I am really sorry, dear mom! And what makes me feel more guilty is the unconditional love that you have for me, in spite of behaving in such a disrespectful way, your arms are always open to hug me and make me feel safe, secure, and loved. Your smile still tells me that no matter what, you are always happy to see me, your eyes are enough to show the love that you have for me, and I feel I am the worst daughter, for bringing tears to those eyes. I love you mom, and I realize that I am nothing without you. Your love and your blessings are the most important to me in this world. I promise it will never happen again and I will be the daughter you deserve to have.

I really hope that you will forgive me...

I love you mom,
Shalu

So, this was an example of how you can express your apology in writing. I hope this letter helped you, or even encouraged you to start framing your thoughts and feelings into words. Always remember, no matter how much you hurt your mom, her heart will always be full of love and compassion for you. She did so many things to help us grow into the person we are today. Just a simple sorry letter is no match when compared, but definitely a step towards making your mom feel loved and cared for. Keep her happy, there is no happiness greater than that. :)

*Warning – the letter you are about to read comes straight from the heart and was written after a recent graduation shopping trip with one of my teenage daughters. If you are a mother who understands, I will gladly share my buttershot (or wine) with you while we share stories. If you’re not…do not judge me until you’ve had the privilege of spending hours upon hours at a mall looking for the perfect dress and shoes to match with a teen who hates to wear a dress.*

Dear Mom;

If I haven’t said it before – no, even if I have said it, let me repeat myself – I’m sorry.

I had NO idea raising a teenager would be so hard. No one warns you. When you gush about wanting to have children and that all you want to be is a mother – there’s a reason women plaster false smiles on their faces and nod their heads at you. I bet they want to scream, shake you silly and warn you that those cute little babies grow up to be mother-eating teenagers…but they knew if they said anything remotely close to that, you’d think they were crazy.

But it’s true. So very very true.
Either I blocked out my teenage years or I was an angel…because I don’t remember being like this to you. But I must have. I do remember though the hormones…how one minute I’d be laughing, the next crying and I took everything so personal – although you were allowed to look at me without thinking being asked ‘what’ all the time. I think.  I’m surprised you didn’t just drop me off at any of my aunts homes, or even grandma’s during those years. I thought I was good, sweet, kind and the perfect daughter. But my daughters think the same, so obviously I was delusional.

Clothes shopping with a teenager – especially when it’s for a graduation and the girl you’re shopping for/with isn’t one to wear dresses…that’s like hell on earth. There’s a reason wine was created and it wasn’t for weddings. Well…it might have been – but for the parents to celebrate their daughter unleashing those hormones on someone else.

I now understand that little laugh of yours whenever I tell you stories about my girls. You knew, didn’t you? You knew that this is what life would be life – so why didn’t you warn me? A little payback maybe?

Someone once told me that our roles as mothers is to embarrass our children as they grow up. I deserve a medal if that’s the case. Apparently I’m a success story for that…I don’t know how to dress, how to shop, I don’t know what’s in style or cool or anything else apparently. I must wear sack cloth and paper shoes…

You tell me to enjoy my girls. To be thankful for them. That I have amazing daughters…they are amazing all right.

Teenagers – one minute they are angels, sweet dolls that you want to hang out with and you can see a time when you’ll be good friends. But then the next minute, they become something else, something from another planet that is completely unrecognizable and leaves you baffled, weary and torn from trying to hold it together. You swear they aren’t yours except you know no one would believe you.

Mom, I’m sorry for treating you like you knew nothing about life. That you couldn’t possibly understand what I was thinking or feeling and that there was no way you could sympathize with my broken heart, my questions or anything else that was happening in my life. I’m sorry for ever making you feel like you were never enough, because looking back, you were more than enough…you were strong, wise and smart. Thanks for finding a way to handle my hormones – even if it was tell me to go to my room to calm down. Thanks for not always losing it on me and for not treating me like I was treating you.

You survived me and I know I’ll survive them…and when I do, I’ll be the one with that smile on my face and the laugh in my voice as they grow up and have children of their own. But in the meantime, please show your daughter some love and send her more buttershots, cause I’m going to need them!

Love, your daughter.

ps. As I write this, that daughter I just took shopping and wanted nothing to do with me until she needed me to pay for the dress just came in and gave me a hug, is full of smiles and told me she loves me. Where was this happy girl two hours ago? Where did the cranky, angry stranger go? Please pass the wine!

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