Then we went through teenage years. Not my finest. We survived. One or both of us may have screamed: you move out!
There is something about being a mother that makes you appreciate yours more. I guess it makes sense. Still, I really, really do. There is this twinkle that hasn't faded, this sense of just sheer joy in her eyes and mischief. And I love that my daughter is getting to know her and the joy that she can bring to others. Happy mother's day to all!.