Onward and Upward, We March!

I could wallow a bit in yesterday's discussions. It would be completely in character for me. I'm feeling a bit contrary though, so I've decided to shrug my shoulders and move on.

That kid. She loves me. I love her. We are going to drive each other crazy over the years. Just like I drove my dear mother nuts. She won't understand me until she has her own children, if she is so lucky to have a child, and even then her understanding will be fragmentary. She will catch glimpses of me in herself; a young woman struggling to be a mother, a wife, a friend, and a whole person. She may look back at the judgements she has passed and feel the pang of guilt that self righteousness brings.

Or she won't. She may grow up to hate me and view me as an utter failure. I just can't use that possibility as an excuse to be any less of a mother to her. Faulted though I am, I love her beyond words and beyond reason.

That's gotta count for something.