Gloria, when I read this comment, I swear, I could almost smell the BOUNCE from my own mother, who continues to be an inspiration and a source of healing for me. In fact, just tonight, she confessed to me that she is reading Owning Pink and discovering wisdom here. Which freaked me out a bit- we are not supposed to be teachers to our parents. Or are we? Every day my 3 yr old is my teacher. And yet, as a 40 yr old ordinary gal, I feel a little self conscious about the idea that my mother might be seeking wisdom from me. After all, who am I to guide anyone? I am merely seeking my own truth- and writing about it here....

But you- you are clearly very wise in your own truth. I am so happy to have you here, sharing what you know, from deep in your heart. xoxo

Thank you for this post. It comes at a time when, having sent my son off to college this year, I am seeing myself in him as he does what college kids do with their new found independance. Leting go is extremely hard. And I am sitting here thinking how hard it must have been each time my own mother sent another kid off to school, and we rarely called. I remember becoming my mother at various times in my parenting, I remember vowing to do things differently. But I also recall how nicely folded my clothes were in my duffle back returning back to college, and the fact that, 4 hours later when I arrived back to school, they were still warm and smelling like bounce dryer sheets, having come directly out of the dryer before I hopped in my friend's car and drove back to school, mom's only request being I call when I got there. Despite the things I thought she did wrong, the truth is she is the one who really understands When I tell her my parenting woes. You can only use the tools you have in your box, I try to remember that. She used the tools she had, I am using the tools I have. I've got some different ones in my box--but different doesn't necessarily mean better,afterall. Their just the tools that are in my box. Just as my mother couldn't learn my lessons for me, I can't learn my kids lessons for them. And there is great consolation in knowing that my grandmother experienced the same thing.

Great timing - just this weekend I noted to myself that I was seeing my mother in myself...it made me stop in my tracks and then I realized what an honor it was - she is a wonderful woman! I now see some of me showing up in my daughter - that is a bit surreal - she is a young woman now - it feels like an honor to see that too. great site - great blog post - thank you.

Pinkies, good witch and bad witch.....a little like the relationships with our moms. I am lucky and have an amazing mother, who also can drive me crazy at times with her "mothering". I have learned from her to be a nurturer and also critical (of my own children...lol), but I believe the mirror relationships with our mothers and daughters help us to become the best women we can be. So nice to see my life coincidences bring good witch/bad witch together with the pink goddess herself...Lissa. Such amazing women on this site.

Happy birthday, darling Susanna! And yes, Simone and Lakenda rock, don't they????

Isn't it funny how when you put out into the Universe what you need, It provides? xoxo

That's how I feel about my mother, Pattie. If only I can be a fraction of the mother she was to me, my daughter will be blessed.

When my daughters are trying to pull me away from the computer either by physically tugging me or lying on the floor throwing a tantrum, I immediately think of my mother on the phone and how much I always demanded her to get off.

Welcome, Simone & Lakenda!!!!!

I definitely see my mother in me, and most of the time, that's cool. Sometimes my husband will point out some quirk of mine that mirrors some quirk of hers. But I guess it's those things that make you crazy about your own mother (you know we all have them!). When you see yourself repeating what made you nuts in your mother when you were growing up, it bristles a bit.