I started this blog because I wanted to have a way to stay
connected to my daughters. We went on
vacation together and made entries as part of that trip. When we came home I let this blog sit and now
it might be time to use it again. I am
still trying to build bridges, but it gets harder.
I remember being a teenager and the point at which I started
pushing my own mother away. I somehow
lost respect for who she was. As I look
back I think I never really knew who she was, what her dreams were, or what she
felt or thought. What mattered most to
her was her family. I know that for
sure. She spent her entire adult life
taking care of those she loved. She was
very practical.
Now I am entering that space that she took up. I am the mother that my daughters are pushing
away. I wish I could tell her how hard I
know that must have been to be the parent when I was doing that. And I wish I could ask her for advice on how
to make it through this stage. She did
it so well. This week was the
anniversary of her passing. I am
remembering her as my mom and wondering who she was as a person when she was
not my mom. And I am determined to let
my daughters know who I am.
