Surviving the Domestic Jungle

When I became a mother, so much made sense. My own mother, whom I adore, made decisions during my childhood that I did not agree with and ultimately created resentment…..until the day my oldest was born. I realized then that my mother did the best she could as I do the best I can and as my grandmother did and so on and so forth. We all are doing the best we can for our kids but when you are the kid, you view your parents as indestructible. I cant even imagine my mom having the same emotions I do….so strange to think of her doubting herself or feeling like there’s too much laundry! She was 10 feet tall and bullet proof in my eyes and when she made a decision I didn’t agree with, I didn’t see her as a human being making that choice. She made a few bad choices in her day (as have I and Im sure everyone else on earth) but those bad choices weren’t bad choices then, they were just choices. You never know how something is going to work out in the end and that’s the part of life that is exciting yet horrifying. Things can go right and things can go wrong and neither of which we have control of. My relationship with my mother has strengthened more and more over the years because I am now able to see her vulnerability and her weakness (not that those are a bad thing because they aren’t). I guess the point of my post is that we all think we could do a better job but until you are in that position yourself, you dont actually know the ins and outs and chances are quiet high you might not make the best choice either. Resevre your judgemnt of others until you can say “been there, done that and I got the t-shirt”.