Asking other women who are also someone’s daughter: Growing up, was your mother your best friend? My mom wasn’t. But I know she tried. As I write this, I am finally friends with mom. In fact, she is my best friend.
It is only now that I am a mother myself that I often look back at situations she and I went through together. I would wonder what thoughts went through her head; what she would tell herself so she could soldier through them.
I would wonder how many times she cried herself to sleep.