To be a mother.....

You first have to be a daughter. That's just how it works. And how you choose to be that daughter is up to you.

This is a post about forgiveness.

There's nothing terribly dramatic about my relationship with my mom. Nothing you might think would deserve a whole post dedicated to forgiving. I think a lot of the issues we had were pretty typical of many mothers and daughters.

But it's no secret that I might have held onto things that could have been forgiven with a little work. The reality is, parents don't know everything, despite their children expecting them to.

It took becoming a mother to understand this. Because I certainly have days when I don't know what the heck I am doing. I would hate to think that someday, PB would hold that against me. I would hope he would forgive me and know that I always did the best I could.

Today marks one month since I lost my mom. During the illness that preceded her death, I was able to know, for sure, that my mom knew I loved her. And I, in turn, came to the realization that she loved me too and always did the best she could.

So this post is not about me forgiving her. It's written in the hope that she forgave me.