‘Cut yourself some slack, be gentle.’
Yet she felt she’d lost the right, due to her own maternal failings. She simply kept on apologising.
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She looked on, her young granddaughters were absorbed in their books. She watched and remembered. When her own children were that age she’d believed she could keep them safe from the vagaries of the world. Though she’d never stopped loving them in her own fierce way, she’d been proved wrong; been proved inadequate to the standards she’d set herself. These days, she saw her daughter striving for perfection in her motherhood. She wanted to say,
‘Cut yourself some slack, be gentle.’ Yet she felt she’d lost the right, due to her own maternal failings. She simply kept on apologising. Comments are closed.
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