You tell me that you understand,
You say you'll try your best to support me.
Yet all my wishes you reprimand,
How I am growing is what you barely see.
Be home by ten is what I always hear,
I am 18 and almost ready to be on my own.
All my priorities and responsibilities are not yet clear,
You're right about one thing, I'm not yet fully grown.
I can't grow with you always holding my hand,
I can't learn if you tell me where to go.
How am I going to get you to understand,
That it's about time I learn to live on my own.
I know it is hard and it hurts,
But learning my responsibilities is a way of life.
It's alright for me to make mistakes just to learn from them,
I will learn from everyone of them, even from all the cries.
I will do things that I know I must do,
Whether it's something you do or do not like.
You must understand I'm not doing this to hurt you,
I'm doing this to find out who I am, oh mother of mine.
I will love who I trust, you may not trust who I love,
You must trust me to trust that person I care so much for.
I already have opened my eyes, I opened them wide,
I have to tell you, mother of mine, I am blind no more.