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her mind was a false friend, sometimes on her side but more often leading her down blind alleys and into dark places where she should never have been.
It’s funny how your mind rewrites history with the benefit of hindsight.
Love is a learned behaviour, I understand. If you’re not shown it then you struggle to demonstrate it to others.
Their love feels like it’s a feather on a beach, leaving no imprint of where it has touched the sand.
So many fabulous-looking lives are fake. People only share the good parts and skip over the bad.
Life is short. You should grasp it with both hands and shake it hard.’
What makes the perfect mother? This is something that I’ve thought about a lot over the years. I’m certain all mothers do, as they try to process the crushing guilt they feel for the mistakes they believe they have made.
Yet this decision cannot help but be coloured by so many other factors: her own childhood, her financial position, her partner’s views, her mental fortitude. And what she does may not be what she would choose to do in an ideal world; life is all about compromise, after all.
However, the one thing that drives each mother on is a visceral need to do her best for her offspring. She may make mistakes, have regrets, wish for another spin on the merry-go-round, but each mother truly believes that the decisions she makes about her children are the best that she is capable of making at the time that she makes them.
But remember, before you rush to judgement, that all mothers are ultimately driven by the same engine, despite their differing makes and models. We are all just doing what we think is best for our children.
