I grew up watching “One Day at a Time”, a quintessential tale of mothering that follows the foibles and growth of a divorced mom raising two quirky daughters.
What always struck me about the show was that despite the challenges the family of three went through each week, the love and caring among them shone through, which served as both an attraction and a source of irritation to me.
At that time, I didn’t have that kind of relationship with my own mother figure. While it’s gotten better through the years—and through my own therapy—I have only recently accepted that the wound I am healing is actually a mother wound.
When you think of mothers, what are your associations?
