Mothers are difficult. They grow us, and give life. They love us unconditionally, and then try to break into our cracks to make us grow a certain way.
My mom has had to fight a lot of battles. Her mother had to flight a lot of battles. My mom made a lot of sacrifices for me and my siblings. She did her best at the time
to give me what she could. She did not even know what she was fighting for a long time. She would constantly pull back and forth, pulling me with her, while also remaining steady.
It’s hard. Being a mom is a hard job. Relationships with our mothers are hard. There are always missed expectations. A loss at what was needed.

You cannot stand your mother. You love your mother.