It’s been tough reconciling what’s on the outside with what’s on the inside, but not near as tough as it was raising a family. I don’t want to go back; the world has changed too much; so have I. I lack the stamina and blind faith the job demands, particularly to see me through adolescents again.
No, I’m quite content to watch my daughter from my lofty perch, lending a helping hand when I can, enjoying the bond my daughter and I share as two mothers blessed with giving and nurturing life; after all, generation after generation, that’s what mothers do.