My Mom
It’s amazing to me that a woman of my age can still be made to feel guilty by the woman who brought me into the world.
Growing up, I always thought everyone’s mom was like my mom, and I certainly didn’t appreciate the gift that I had in her raising me. It was only when I became an adult and found out that other people had a much different experience with their mothers growing up that I began to appreciate her. And then when my kids were born, my admiration for how she raised me and my sisters (4 of us within 5 years of each other) grew immeasurably.
(There is more where this came from … )
