I love this picture of my mom and me.
When I was younger, this photo reminded me that my mom was not only my mom. I could glimpse her as a daughter, a sister, a wife, a friend, a co-worker, and a woman with experiences, feelings, needs, and interests of her own, independent of me. I was in awe of this and of her.
My mom always laughed when she talked to her best friend. She still does. When I was young, this felt like another glimpse into my mom as not only my mom. She was someone else, too. And that felt good. I felt her laughter in […]