My mom would have been 75 yesterday. I will never know what it means to have a mom as an adult. Someone who still takes care of you but with whom you can have an adult to adult conversation. Someone who knows you since the very beginning and saw you every small change you have been going through. I have the flu at the moment and the other night I dreamt of her, I interpreted it as a need to feel – for a moment – like a daughter, taken care of.
Very recently I was part of a conversation about how parenting changed from our grandparents’ to our parents’ to our generation; each generation learned how to be a bit closer to the kids. Someone said that our parents learned how to be loving with their grandchildren, as they got this second chance. I don’t doubt what she said it’s true in her family, but personally I haven’t seen that. I look for instance at my uncles and aunts interacting with my cousin’s kids, they haven’t “improved” at all, I see the same coldness I received from my grandparents (these uncles and aunts’ parents). Change is challenging and I guess in this case they have no incentive or real will to change, it’s not their priority. However, I wish they had seized this second chance at giving and feeling love.
Blabbering of a millennial 
Great post 🙂
Thank you 🙂