Mother but not mother
Michelle Stafford

Well I understand, but my daughter hasn’t needed me there three times. She has her love, the father of her babies, and she has herself, strong and independent. I feel sad that I’m not called on and actually asked not to be in attendance because it would be “awkward”, she said. Of course I did this to myself, perhaps in my struggle to have autonomy over my own life. I’ve now come to see this as my most fatal flaw.

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