My heart goes out to my friends who mourn the loss of a loving mother. I also envy them. My mother was only 17 when I was born. I don't know if that made a difference. I don't know when it started, but I never felt like I was good enough. She was never proud of me; I didn't think she liked me. When I came to visit her as she lay dying and we told each other "I love you" my sisters were in shocked surprise. If your mother loves you, cherish that. If you love your children, make sure they know.
I am glad you came by to visit. I would enjoy hearing from you.
"Guardian of the Sea" by Nicky Boehme
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