“I sent you to college. You’re a teacher. You should be perfect.”
That’s what she said to me yesterday, my mother.
I don’t even remember what it was I did this time that didn’t meet with her approval. Not that it matters. I’ve spent my entire life repelling her disapprovals. But it does burn my butt that she still doesn’t get it.
I think I managed to do the mothering thing less destructively than my mother, although I certainly didn’t do it perfectly. Of course not.