Reaching out A daughter speaks …
Looking at my painting on the wall today, I can empathize with mama. Today I am a mother myself and regret the hard times I must have given her .
There was a time when I knew everything . I was the confident , enthusiastic girl and she was dated , old fashioned with values that were impractical then. Oh dear - how frustrating it was to try and get her to see things my way -----we were just not on the same page .
Now , I know the strength, the wisdom , and the calm with which she guided a naïve daughter in this world .
In my mind her voice softly still guides me .
Though I was in denial, she was my best friend .
Today my hands look like hers and people too comment how similar we are …..
And I take that as a compliment .
Looking at my painting on the wall today, I can empathize with mama. Today I am a mother myself and regret the hard times I must have given her .
There was a time when I knew everything . I was the confident , enthusiastic girl and she was dated , old fashioned with values that were impractical then. Oh dear - how frustrating it was to try and get her to see things my way -----we were just not on the same page .
Now , I know the strength, the wisdom , and the calm with which she guided a naïve daughter in this world .
In my mind her voice softly still guides me .
Though I was in denial, she was my best friend .
Today my hands look like hers and people too comment how similar we are …..
And I take that as a compliment .
Daughter -Beti Acrylic on canvas
11 x 14 inches
11 x 14 inches
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