I felt pretty intimidated by my mother, and I attribute some of my inadequacies to how she related to me, but we really liked and enjoyed together a lot of the same things, and I admired her as a person. I never really miss her, but I wish I could ask her questions sometimes. When I do something important and family related, I wear a copper pinecone pin she used to wear, so I have a feeling of her being there also. So I feel guilty for not having more loving feelings, but am happy I can sometimes honor the person who is so much a part of me.

Your feelings will probably fluctuate, and that's ok!

Hugs to you,
Linda