The daughter didn’t live up to her mother’s expectations. She wasn’t born a boy, wasn’t born a blonde, and wasn’t a friend to her mom. She wanted attention, wanted fairy tales, wanted new clothes, wanted to go to the sea, wanted to stay out late, wanted, wanted, wanted…
The mother felt that the girl was cut from a different cloth, not hers.
The girl loved her mother and adjusted herself. She cleaned, helped, quietly fell asleep on her own, and somehow grew up and left. Was she sad about such a childhood with her mother? Yes! Did it destroy her? No!
She collected those rare and precious moments, like pearls, when she was happy with her mother, made them into a necklace of memories, and wore it whenever she felt sad. And what about the resentments? She had to cry them out more than once, as she had to visit her mother often. But every time she came back home, she put on her necklace, went to drink tea with wild strawberry leaves, read a fairy tale to her daughter, and smiled. After all, you can’t forbid being a good mom to yourself and your daughter :)
The mother felt that the girl was cut from a different cloth, not hers.
The girl loved her mother and adjusted herself. She cleaned, helped, quietly fell asleep on her own, and somehow grew up and left. Was she sad about such a childhood with her mother? Yes! Did it destroy her? No!
She collected those rare and precious moments, like pearls, when she was happy with her mother, made them into a necklace of memories, and wore it whenever she felt sad. And what about the resentments? She had to cry them out more than once, as she had to visit her mother often. But every time she came back home, she put on her necklace, went to drink tea with wild strawberry leaves, read a fairy tale to her daughter, and smiled. After all, you can’t forbid being a good mom to yourself and your daughter :)