How old were you when you finally appreciated your mother as an individual with her own separate history--that pre-existed your birth--and desires and needs of her own?
I am sure that time came either while I was pregnant and had questions about how her pregnancies went, or shortly after the birth of the The Girl. I do know that while I was raising two very independent preschoolers I would call her a lot and ask her how she did it? I was amazed that she never killed one of us--if we were anything like my two. I was adamant that one of the three of us would be dead before they both made it to full time elementary school. But we all made it and life moved along FAST after that point.
However, I had no idea that those difficult, physically draining, emotionally exhausting, mentally challenging days raising preschoolers would look like a care walk compared to raising young adults. I still don't completely understand how she didn't kill one or both of us in that stage. But she told me grandkids are the payoff for not doing that--so I guess I have that to look forward to. Maybe.
I'm sure glad to have her and that my kids have her as a grandma. They are the luckiest kids ever to have her. And she sure loves them. No wonder I love her so much now.
Sunday, May 13, 2018
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