A few months ago, a simple picture of me as a child surfaced and, it surprised me when my psyche shattered into a million broken pieces. I grieved, I gnashed, I wept…for that child, that sweet girl with bright blond hair and a silly grin. I wanted to hug that child and smooth her hair. I’d kind of pushed out all the recollections of that child.
Quote I saw floating around this week. Ah, yes…that.
As I’ve mentioned, even recently, if there was ever a “complicated” mother-daughter relationship, ours qualifies.