Another up all night - night. Not rocking my baby to sleep, but trying to unravel the turmoil of my teenage daughter... is it ever going to get easier? The response is always - it could be so much worse, never that it could be so much better. When did it happen that my perfect child became someone who should settle for less of herself and me who should accept it? A Mother's love accepts all but hopes and guides towards what is better. Did my Mom do that for me? I know she cried tears over my life and her own - mostly the failures, not the triumphs. I felt like such a disappointment - but now I know why she cried and how she must have loved me and how much I must have made her suffer without realizing it. I'm not crying for my daughter and what is just the beginning of a complicated and emotionally charged life. For now I cry for my Mommie and all the Moms who are misunderstood and who do have it so much worse...and thank God that for now, I am not among them.
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