Maybe it’s the movies, maybe it’s the social media, but I see the mother-daughter dynamic going only two ways: your mum can do no wrong, she is a saint, your best friend, or she has a case of projecting her own issues onto you and sent you into adulthood with a complimentary package of trauma. Lately it’s been more of the second, and the concept of “mummy issues” seems to be gaining popularity.
I have never really followed trends, and luckily enough my mum hasn’t either, so apart from occasionally finding an older woman attractive, I pretty much dodged the “mummy issues” thing.
Nowadays, she really is one of my favourite people, and it seems the distance between us helped incredibly with that. I go to her to complain, to gossip, we even send each other videos from TikTok.
However, during the early two years of high school and a few years before that, everything was much more difficult. We have always been complete opposites and rarely saw eye to eye, not only because she has always been a great deal taller than me, but during that time we each failed to understand each other's feelings.
There were many fights, and even more tears because the extroverted active, and confident woman she was couldn’t understand the thought process of an angsty introverted teenager with anxiety. Even now, we don’t have a lot in common except for being told we look scary whenever we dare to relax our faces and our taste in alcohol.
Still, the older I get the more I start to notice the little things we share. How we love to make people laugh, our stubbornness, or how we are ready to fight till blood (and I mean that literally) for something and someone we care about. Maybe over time, we won't not be that different at all.