My mother had my brothers and me at 22, so she sacrificed most of her youth for us. Now, in my 30s, I'm seeing a new side of my mother and forging a new friendship with her.
Though my mother was young, becoming a parent surely matured her personality. I didn't view her as a young person. She was just my mother. Many of our fights were rooted in my perception of her as the ogre hiding beneath my bridge of fun rather than the person dedicating the best years of her life to ensure I became all I could be.
Rather than embracing Mom as an unconditional friend who'd do anything for my well-being, I moved to New York and created as much emotional distance as possible between us. I thought I couldn't stand on my own two feet if she were there offering me a shoulder to lean on.
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