Note to all y’all bloggy readers who are mothers of daughters: when they get to be 38-going on 39-years old? And when they tell you to stop riding them like they are fucking teenagers? Listen before they burst into tears. Listen before it becomes a big THING. Because you know what? They will be grown ass women then, and this sort of drama sucks balls. And your daughters really want to spend time with you. They just hate it when you act like motherfucking assholes.
It’s probably a good idea to hold back long before your daughters are 38 or 39, or before they’re even teenagers. Why not start early, and call it good enough if the grades and table manners are acceptable and the chores and homework get done? I’ve long since heard of the “good enough” mother–why can’t some parents accept “good enough” daughters?
(I think it’s because flaws or imperfections in family members remind us of our own flaws, and we’re usually even less forgiving of ourselves than we are even of family members when it comes to imperfections and failures. So we externalize our self-loathing and turn it against those we claim to love most. Nice, huh?)