Happy Mother's Day, Nunnie.....

For those of you who know me well, you know that I have had ups and downs in my relationship with my mother.  In the 1970's there was a popular book by Nancy Friday, My Mother/Myself, which explored the mother/daughter relationship.  This book was a daughter's guide to finding her own identity.  I read the book, but still had no clue as to what I wanted to be/needed to be/had to become.  After all these years, I'm still clueless as to what my role as a female should be.  

But I have come to realize that I am my mother's daughter to some degree...I worry about my kids, will they have a good life, are they happy, etc.  And yet I also know that I grew up in a completely different environment than my mother experienced.  After all, the females of my generation fought for equal rights, burned our bras, discovered sex outside of marriage and are comfortable in our own skin....we don't need men to fulfill us.....

Yes, mom and I clashed on more than one occasion about absolutely everything.  If she said it was white I immediately declared it was black.....the more she ranted about my short skirts, the more I showed my behind.  And let's not even talk about dating, marriage and child-rearing.....

Thru the years we've both mellowed; we've established a truce of sorts.....and now that she has more years behind her then in front of her I realize that I'm desperately clinging to her....I don't want her to grow old and feeble, but that's not my call.....

This may be the last Mother's Day I will have her here and the thought of that scares the daylights out of me.....I am just like her and you know I am so glad about it.

Happy Mother's Day!  I love you dearly......

Your darling daughter.....