What is it with mothers and daughters? Especially daughters. The role of daughter is treacherous as it is the role most likely to subject us to temporarily turning into the exorcist girl with our heads spinning around crazily. This obviously occurs after spending time with our mothers.
I got an email from my own mother that caused the exorcist demon girl rage. Luckily, there were no bystanders and by the time my mother showed up to my door I was able to shove all the rage and the feelings deep down so we could go pick out paint colors like civilized people. I have learned that sometimes it is just easier this way.
Even then, in all our daughter righteousness we are always reminded that part of us, (even though we vehemently deny it) comes from our mother. We sometimes try and hope to be unlike our mothers and of course we are in a way, but there are those traits that still get passed along. Whether it is hair, hips, lips, laughs, acne, artistic ability, attitude, taste, you name it. Thus, we are subject to being with our mothers even when we are alone, which of course this too can cause the demon girl rage.
Today, I do not feel like making peace with my mother-daughter relationship or my head spinning rage, but I do think someday, with a lot of time, I will find a way to forgive my mother and accept some of the gifts she did give me.
Step one: cocktail!
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