You know, I've been referred to as wise two times this evening....I'm not really that old. My hair is really still quite brown, just sprinkled (heavily) with grey. I don't wear glasses all the time, and wear t-shirts and jeans and tennis shoes to work. I'm going to have to lose weight so I can come across younger. Oh well. damn it.
As for you - some motherly insight. I have no doubt that your mother loves you dearly. All mothers do, especially daughters. They just, sometimes, don't communicate well. Their mothers didn't communicate well with them either, btw.
It is so surprising to young people, but parents really don't have a clue what to do with these babies that just come into their lives for 18 yrs+. We just try, sometimes we don't even do that. We just survive.
I met up with my old "best friend" from grade school and HS. (She now has a better picture of why she thought I was odd). I knew her younger sister as this chubby little Irish girl. I did not know that her brother-in-law raped her at the chubby age of 12. Well, she grew up, angry at the world, particularily her father.
He was a policeman, he should have known - in her opinion. She knew it was not rational, but that didn't matter. He failed to protect her as a child. We talked a long time. I've been on both sides - and said the same words to her. We parents don't have a clue. Sometimes we try really hard to make the right choices - sometimes we wing it because we have lives too.
How 'bout sending your mom and dad a funny Hallmark? Those funny cards work wonders.
Not So Old Waiting