I've been so focused lately on things having to do with my father that both my mother and my daughter have been left to fend for themselves without me. I can hear both of them now telling me that they're each fully capable of fending for themselves without my input, thankyouverymuch, and boy howdy, are they! But I still miss spending the time with them, and I get the feeling now and then that they may miss it a little, too.
Mother, daughter, daughter, mother, anchor, wings. The relationships are so complex, so mysterious and impossible to quantify. There's good days and bad days, good years and bad ones; subjects you should never discuss together and favorite memories you both revisit often; advice that should be given, withheld or just plain stockpiled until and if the timing is ever right.
And fights! No one can fight with more precision and competence than a mother and daughter. No relationship is capable of more meltdowns, drama moments and door-slamming than a mothers' and daughters'.
And yet there are a million other moments, the ones you remember and that count the most, moments of support, hand-holding and breathtaking generosity.
No one loves quite like a mother and daughter.
Please go and visit the other Mother's Day Blog Hop participants, too!
- May 1st – Claudine Intner
- May 2nd – Melissa Liban
- May 3rd – Lynn Krawczyk
- May 4th – Ishita Bandyo
- May 5th – Jeri Greenberg
- May 6th – Kathleen Mattox
- May 8th – Amanda Ruth
- May 9th – Judi Hurwitt
- May 10th – Kathleen Murphy
- May 11th – Hannah Phelps
- May 12th – Helen Hiebert
- May 14th – Hannah Klaus Hunter
- May 15th – Claudine Intner