This past Mother’s Day was the first one I have spent as a foster mother of teenage girls. Both girls were with their birth mothers for the day and my own children were off being mothers and fathers to their own children. They remembered me sweetly and I didn’t really feel neglected, but I became even more aware of the complicated relationships we have with our parents, maybe especially daughters to mothers. About 1980, when my girls were 12 and 8 years old, I read “My Mother, … [Read more...]