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  • Mothers & Daughters.

    The more they love each other, the more they hurt the other. Small misunderstandings and pet peeves sometimes turn into screaming matches out of nowhere, blind-siding both.

    Neither one really understands: How come she doesn't see it my way? Either one thinks she is the one who is right.

    Mother wants her Daughter visiting from college to clean after herself and pitch in for whole family’s benefit.

    It seems like a reasonable request given that within minutes since their arrival from the airport the contents of her overnight suitcase are scattered across their small house shared by a population of 4 humans plus 3 furry animals.

    Mother's direct request to clean up backfired before. Her tone of voice often rubs Daughter the wrong way, despite her efforts to be non-confrontational. Mother does not want a scene, just get her point across; polite text with a simple request seems like a good way to go.

    It isn’t. More like a time bomb with a delayed fuse.

    Two hours later: The other side of the story.

    Mother left a dirty frying pan in the sink. Daughter wants Mother to come from her office, to clean it immediately, before she can make herself some food.

    A reasonable request again. Application of the same rules requested by Mother for all, and turn-around-fair-play in Daughter's mind.

    Except it is seen from Mother’s perspective as tit-for-tat and more petty than fair; a payback for her Clean up! text earlier. She would like her kid to just help and lighten Mother's load without rubbing it in.

    They both lose their tempers. Mother more so, until throwing a nasty profanity her daughter’s way. Unforgivable. Regrettable. Desperate.

    Who is right? Wrong? Anybody? Both? Neither? Which part?

    Is any of it worth fighting about?

    Yes. No. Yes. No. Maybe? Not really.

    Yet they still do. Like so many other Mothers, Fathers, Daughters, Sons, Brothers, Sisters, Friends and Strangers.

    All this love energy wasted on such trivial crap. Wow.
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