This video just caught me off guard. It's beautiful. It's the way it should be, not every day, but some days. I didn't know that until I was in my 40's, and that makes me so ashamed - for my family, for me, for everything that was lost.
It's the voices of the mother and the daughter.
When I was about that little girl's age I chose to stop calling my
mother "Mommy." It was the only way I could push back against her
constant, consuming encroachment. I only called her Mother from then on.
She never noticed. Ever.
It isn't that I stopped loving
her, I never stopped loving her. It's that my love never mattered, she
never wanted it. I wasn't important enough to her that my love was
desirable and something to be cultivated and earned and rewarded, she was well satisfied just using me.
Living that way at home teaches you to settle for living that way with friends and "lovers." It's no good.