I couldn’t love her more, but the relationship is tenuous at best. As a child, she was everything a mother could want: beautiful, intelligent, loving. It was a wonderful time and I believed even though she grew, we couldn’t grow apart. We would always enjoy each other’s company. I believed- but I was wrong. As the stages of adolescence grew, so did a bridge between us. Teenage years brought: tears, frustration, and denial for both of us, as the bridge widened, and grew longer. Both of us adamant, entrenched in our own perspective. Both brandished swords, both have used them.
Swapan k Banerjee
26/3/2021 03:35:18 pm
Sad yet true, Melody. Very well done indeed.
Pamela Kennedy
26/3/2021 05:54:08 pm
I agree with Swapan....but on the flip side, we raise our children to be independent...as long as there's a thread of love, there's still a connection.
Sue Clayton
27/3/2021 03:29:26 am
Bridges are meant to be crossed. My daughter and I both crossed and threw down our swords. The relationship is the strongest it's ever been.
Mary Wallace
28/3/2021 07:08:25 am
Grandchildren can be the bridge that unites. Good story.
Susan Reid
28/3/2021 10:19:32 pm
Adolescence is a tough time for children and parents. In teacher education programs in the USA, they offer courses on what's happening to these children physically and emotionally. Comments are closed.
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