Our relationship with our mother can be complicated and it is only when the roles become reversed that we can sometimes gain an insight into why we may have found it difficult to connect. Today the featured book is a memoir, Waiting in the Wings by Stevie Turner prompted by a loving gesture that led to a better understanding.
At the grand old age of 92, my mother Dot suddenly starts telling me that she loves me. I am quite dumbstruck at these outbursts of emotion, as she has never mentioned the fact before in all of my 58 years. Over the entire course of my lifetime we have often argued bitterly, and have never really seen eye-to-eye over anything. I squirm with the inner knowledge that she wants me to reply in a similar vein, but try as I might, I cannot.
The guilt I feel…
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