Mothers & Daughters

I think ever since I was a little child, I was in a never ending fight with my mother!

Maybe it is a natural thing to do. Testing how far you can go. Of course you don’t want to be like your mother or your parents whats whoever. You look at them and think how awfully suburban their life is. How boring. You don’t want to be or end up like them, don’t want to look and think like them…

Often I find myself secretly admiring other mother-daughter relationships. I look at them and think to myself, it must be nice to see your mother more like a best friend, someone you always want in your life and hang out with, share all your secrets and worries.

A few days ago it totally took me by surprise when my daughter asked me, to pick her wedding dress when it is time! I was in shock but hid it well, saying “of course I will help you with your dress and wedding…” and to be honest, I was touched! I didn’t even want to invite my mother to my wedding, never mind help me with my dress!

Since we do nothing but fight (at least it seems like it), I didn’t expect that at all.

So I must do something right after all.

Since we reached the teenage stage, I feel a bit helpless. Never mind what I do or how I treat her, it doesn’t seem right, and it reminds me of my own teenage days.

I try to remember what I hated back then and try to avoid the same mistakes my mother did. Needless to say that it doesn’t always work but I make the best of it.

The teenage stage can be tough, for mothers and their offspring, but sure we all survive and in the best case we stay close to each other and can laugh about it the older we get!

Franky

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