But even though we may have experienced that intensity - regret, disappointment and sorrow, even - with our mothers, that fact is the furthest thing from our minds when our own daughters come into the world.
29 Years Ago
We are going to be different from our mothers.
Today is my daughter's 29th birthday, and though we live far apart and I can't celebrate it with her in person, I plan to celebrate it by remembering happy moments over the years.
Ever the gifted comedienne
And dramatic actress.
Always a fashion plate!
She knew early she would be a Stanford graduate!
And she sings too!
Happy 29th Birthday to my daughter!
No matter what our relationship with our own mother was like, we were sure we would never make the same mistakes our mother made.
For those of us born in the baby boomer years, especially those of us who had our children late in life, the generation gap between our mothers and us was particularly great. Our mothers couldn't have predicted the Beatles, the Women's Movement, the political protests or the sexual revolution.
So of course, it was going to be different for us.
What we didn't realize was we would make our own mistakes.
And so we did. And so it will go.
My own mother did the best she could with what she had to work with. She was not forthcoming with her feelings, so I was never sure how she felt about how I had turned out or what I did. But I never doubted that she loved and cared about me.
Despite the years, the experiences, the mistakes and the miles, I was inextricably connected to my mother.
When she died, I found a tattered little letter I had written to her as a very young child.
It was printed carefully on lined paper and it read:
come and see me.
know one loves me
the way they youst
to love me.
I think your the
one who love
me the most.
But if you
do't love me just
But I Love
And then in case she didn't know who it was from, I printed out my full name.
She had kept it for almost 50 years.
Time has erased what led me to write that letter to her, but time has not erased that little girl who wrote it or the mother she wrote it to - "the one who love me the most."
See you Friday
"Ten Best Films No One Ever Saw"
The Week in Reviews.
Thanks for reading!
If you enjoyed this post, feel free to share it on Facebook or your favorite social media site and/or email it to your friends.