I guess, the reason I immediately start crying knowing about someone’s loss of their mother is because I love mine.
It’s not that we don’t fight. We do. All girls fight with their mothers. It’s two women, completely out at their worst, keeping no facades. No sweet words to sugar-coat the bitter truths. So it can get really, really bitter. If anyone else hears how it goes, they could swear nothing is going to be the same between these two people ever, ever again. But it does. Every single time.
“Because we are mother and daughter. That’s how it works,” says Mom.
I want to say the same words to my daughter someday.
Happy Mother’s Day.