Mother's Day
My mom and I have a joke that I inherited all of the negative qualities from both of my parents. My mom’s teeth, my dad’s feet, and so on, and so forth. Sometimes, I imagine, it can feel that way to most of us. As we grow, we begin to see reflections of the people who raised us when we look in the mirror, and for some of us that can be scary. As children of parents, we have front-row seats to some high highs and some low lows. Though I cannot speak from experience, what I know of parenting is that it is hard. I was recently talking with a friend, and we came to the conclusion that it’s probably impossible to bring a childhood all the way to adulthood without leaving it with some amount of trauma (not that we don't try). It can be frightening to see ourselves grow toward some of the ends that resulted in who we are. It’s a cycle that makes more sense than any of us care to admit, and the realization of which can leave us winded. But what I think we sometimes