Remembering Mom

I loved this article ... I was never close with my mom .... I wanted to be ,, I was trying to remember some of the silly things we did ... or maybe a secret we shared ... or SOMETHING that would show she loved me .... all I can remember is making mud pies with my grandma .... all I can remember are all the things she said and did that made me believe I was never good enough to be her daughter ... so, it was a dance in a way ... it was a dysfunctional relationship; but it was the only way she knew how to love me

Mother’s Day for the Motherless Daughter