Mothers are hard to like, sometimes.
We don’t get to choose them, nor they us.
They do the best they can with what they have been given.
Some adapt better than others.
What does a mother do with a child who is nothing like themselves?
Or maybe they are too much the same.
And how does that child relate to her?
Maybe most children wonder about their mothers.
What does a status-conscious mother do with a child who wants to rearrange furniture in her bedroom every week and take long walks alone in the woods?
She did her best.
I forgive her.
