Today is my mother's birthday; she would have been 93. I've been thinking a lot about her today. The last six months of her life were hard for her. Frankly, they were hard for me too.
We had a complicated relationship. When I was younger, I had an idealized view of her. Later I saw her flaws. In recent years she hurt me deeply, and it strained our relationship. I doubt she even noticed.
But I was there when she needed me (for the most part.)
I don't miss my mother of her last six months. But it would be nice to talk to the woman she used to be.
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