I watched my mother plan her mom’s funeral whereas I’m planning to develop into a mom myself. It’s making me suppose lots in regards to the wounds handed down from girl to girl in my household—and which of them I’m decided to not go down myself.
My grandmother was a lovely and petite girl, who labored as a nightclub singer and a mannequin earlier than she had kids. It should have been laborious being her daughter, at all times feeling strain to be skinny and glamorous like her. (Her obituary proudly listed her waist dimension!) She saved an immaculately clear house and sacrificed the whole lot for her household. These expectations have been handed all the way down to my mom after which to me, and I felt dangerous for by no means with the ability to meet them, till I made a decision that I may break that cycle.