It’s painful. It’s especially painful because I was so in love with Amy that I almost didn’t have another child because I thought I’d always be comparing them. As it turns out, my daughter Olivia and I are much closer — so close we finish each other’s sentences. But that didn’t happen until much later. In fact, Amy’s false ideas and memories contributed to this, along with her passive/aggressive behavior. I’m all about honesty and openness, and I don’t get that with her.
It makes me terribly sad to think that the way she remembers me is not the mother I was nor is it the mother I would be proud of being. I was a hands on mother who delighted in spending as much time as possible with my children. If anything, my worst fault was that I was extremely overprotective and tried with all my might to shield them from harm. There were better mothers, but no other mother loved and protected her children more than I did.
Did you read this?