A few weeks before moving out of my parents’ house for college, I stumbled upon a grainy Polaroid of my mom in her 20s. The mom I knew threatened to divorce my dad frequently and required me to wear camisoles under shirts to cover my stomach. Ironically, although she noted every minute detail of my life, my mom rarely shared stories about her own childhood or young adulthood. Ironically, although she noted every minute detail of my life, my mom rarely shared stories about her own childhood or young adulthood. I thought about all the ways my mom expressed love that I had disregarded, blinded by teenage frustration.

Source: Huffington Post July 22, 2024 18:47 UTC