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// A Damn Good Mother (Stardust and Twilight, Family/Sad) 
// Story: Bombastic Bookpony's Bazaar of Oneshots 
// by Bombastic Bookpony 
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Dear Daughter,

        You know I’ve never been the best with emotions. Your father was always the one for that. Please look after him for me. I know he’ll act like everything’s fine, that he’s accepted it, but you know your father. Better to lie through a smile and a joke to keep others happy than bring them down with the truth. I’m sure you’re used to that from your mare. Tell Pinkie Pie that I loved her as my own, and that there is no pony more worthy to have the love of my daughter.

        I should get back on track. If you’re reading this, then I am obviously dead. I hope that you have reacted to this with the appropriate amount of tears, rather than dancing on my grave and sprouting magical fireworks. I can see you in my head, gasping that you would never do that, or maybe scowling at how distasteful I am, but come now my dear Twilight. You know it was funny. You’re probably smiling the slightest bit, in that cute way when you’re trying not to indulge the silliness of those around you. I love you so, you know that? It is for that reason that I must say this.

        I am sorry. I haven’t always been the best mother. I’ve been distant at times. Other times, too strict. I’ve pushed you so hard, and whether or not that’s helped you become the pony you are today is irrelevant. I know that it was my lectures on self-reliance and strength and the oh so mighty line of ours that at least in part caused you to isolate yourself from others, to become arrogant in an attempt to shield yourself from the pain. I am so sorry for that, and I am so glad that you found yourself such an amazing band of ponies despite my mistakes.

        I know what you’re thinking. ‘But Mother! You were the best mom ever!’ And to that I say, don’t worry my little spark. I know I was a damn good mother. I taught you to have pride, to never give up, to give yourself and your gifts to the world. While you had an innate greatness in you, I don’t think it’d be too pompous to say I helped foster it, hm? But even good mothers can make mistakes, and I hope you’ll learn from mine.

        But enough about me. Let’s get to the important thing. You. You, my wonderful, kind, genius little bookworm. I am so proud of you. I know I have not expressed this nearly enough to you, my dear. You deserve me singing you an infinite amount of praises until the end of time. I knew, you know. From the moment you were born and I looked into your eyes and saw this tiny, glorious spark. I knew you would be one of a kind. 

And I was right. Nightmare Moon, Ursa Majors, Discord, Changelings, Sombra, Tirek, and so much more. Every noble mother is jealous of me, to have a daughter who will truly live in history.  To have a daughter that is a Princess. I should clarify, here. I am not proud that you are a Princess. I am proud that you have worked your way to become one. Of what you did to get there, to earn that title and the power and respect it demands. And of what you have done with your power. I will always be proudest of Twilight Sparkle the shy little bookworm. Of Twilight Sparkle. Not the Princess of Friendship.

 But I digress. I was just as proud of your small deeds as well. How you decided that a small town like Ponyville could be as glorious as Canterlot. Or how devoted you were to your brothers, always there to support Shining or give Spike a ride on your back and show him the wonders of the world. Your support has surely been as invaluable to them as it was to me. The moments I remember most, however, was when I read to you, or you read to me, or even when I just watched you read or learn. Your eyes... I have never seen such an earnest appreciation of knowledge, of stories, of life in any other pony. I know that while there are many scientists and artists who know their craft, too many fail to appreciate it. Not you. No, you are in the halls of the truly great, those who endeavor themselves to learn and read and write and never stop marveling, not just at physics or at stories but at life. You appreciate life more than anypony else I know, and I know that you will safeguard the life of everypony beneath these blue skies with your life, and you’ll give them an amazing lecture on magic theory while you’re at it!

        There’s so much more I want to say that I just can’t find the words for. But I suppose it comes down to three words; I love you. Always remember that. I love you so much. Whenever you think of me, of whether or not I’d be proud of you, know that it is a resounding yes. When you think, ‘What would Mother do?’ discard that thought. I would place my complete and utter trust in you, for I know you will always do the right thing with all your might. Be happy with Pinkie Pie. Take care of Shining and Spike and your father. And kick the ass of whatever Big Bad comes along next just for me, okay love? 

With Bottomless Love,
        Your Mother