I was well into my thirties before Mom told me I intimidated her as a kid. Having never managed a decent poker face, I didn’t need a mirror to know that my eyebrows pressed together and mouth hung slightly ajar. Once again, my face betrayed me. Mom continued, tears forming at the base of her eyes, “I didn’t think you needed me. How was I supposed to parent a child who didn’t need me?”
Yes! Amen! I’ve been on a journey of trying to be more open and honest about my vulnerability, especially in my writing, and noticed that it’s often met with “oh poor you!” instead of “me too” when I know others are experiencing the same thing as me. I’m sure I’ve done it to other people too.
Oh friend, this is so good! I come away with so much understanding 🫶🏽
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Beautiful.
This is beautiful. Thanks for sharing. 💕
Yes! Amen! I’ve been on a journey of trying to be more open and honest about my vulnerability, especially in my writing, and noticed that it’s often met with “oh poor you!” instead of “me too” when I know others are experiencing the same thing as me. I’m sure I’ve done it to other people too.
This is beautiful, and extra special to have read given that it was Mother’s Day here this past Sunday in the UK! 🇬🇧🙏🏻❤️
I love the beautiful arc of growth and healing through connection your story reflects. Human fragility is the most beautiful and terrifying thing