amazing as always. i feel like as i grew older i realised she was still a girl when she married and had my brother. i guess i don’t resent her as much anymore for not being who i thought she was. i was deluded to think that she would be untouched by the pain and sacrifice, and cruelty of being a woman in this world. sometimes in her anger i can see she is a spitting image of her mother, my grandmother - spiteful and proud. but i know she is good and kind. not that i ever really resented her but i guess we all really do vow to not make the same mistakes as our parents. my words aren’t as lovely as yours but i hope i made sense.
This is an incredible essay. I nodded in agreement with every paragraph, the sacrifices mothers make, the appreciation and burden we feel as children, the contrast between youth and growing old. I love the part where you list your dreams for how you will live your life, as a woman who learned from observing your mother's. I am reading a collection of essays called "This is the place", edited by Margot Kahn and Kelly McMasters, featuring essays on the meaning of home from a handful of women authors. I could picture your essay in this book. Your posts make me stop and think and stay with me for days. I hope you continue writing.
amazing as always. i feel like as i grew older i realised she was still a girl when she married and had my brother. i guess i don’t resent her as much anymore for not being who i thought she was. i was deluded to think that she would be untouched by the pain and sacrifice, and cruelty of being a woman in this world. sometimes in her anger i can see she is a spitting image of her mother, my grandmother - spiteful and proud. but i know she is good and kind. not that i ever really resented her but i guess we all really do vow to not make the same mistakes as our parents. my words aren’t as lovely as yours but i hope i made sense.
This is an incredible essay. I nodded in agreement with every paragraph, the sacrifices mothers make, the appreciation and burden we feel as children, the contrast between youth and growing old. I love the part where you list your dreams for how you will live your life, as a woman who learned from observing your mother's. I am reading a collection of essays called "This is the place", edited by Margot Kahn and Kelly McMasters, featuring essays on the meaning of home from a handful of women authors. I could picture your essay in this book. Your posts make me stop and think and stay with me for days. I hope you continue writing.