Let me start by saying that there is no one in the world I love more than my mother and I know, most of us feel the same.

It’s the kind of love that needs no definition, no explanation and no gestures.

But all that love aside, I’ve had some of the worst fights with her. Fights where I yell mean things at her, fights after which I declare that I won’t ever tell her anything about my life, even fights where I stop talking to her altogether, for days. 

But even after all of that, somewhere deep down, I know that one day, things will be alright.

The first huge fight we had was during my teenage years. My rebel phase had just kicked in and I was starting to question my surroundings, school, home and of course, her rules.

In hindsight, those rules actually meant something but back then, those rules represented jail bars and I felt like a prisoner. A prisoner who had to take permission to go out with friends, whose phone time was restricted and even the TV hours were timed. 

These inconsequential issues really bothered me at the time and with every new week, I found a new issue to rebel against. And with every rebellion, came a new fight.


But even after all those spats, she was the one I came to at the end of a bad day. She forgave me without an explanation and that made me even more guilty about the fact that I had hurt her, repeatedly. 

Our bond grew stronger after I crossed my terrible teens. 

This was the time when I could see things from her perspective and she started believing that I was old enough to make my own decisions. It was a two-way process and we both played our parts perfectly.


In the past few years, the frequency of our actual fights has decreased massively but for all the years that we struggled to keep up with each other, I wouldn’t want to change a thing. 

No matter how much you want it, life isn’t an episode of Gilmore Girls and even though it might look like the perfect mother-daughter relationship, I wouldn’t trade mine for the world.

When I think of all the times that we had those miserable fights, I really don’t regret them because honestly, there is no one else that I would have had those fights with but her.