reflecting

awhile back, I wrote a post about my mum - how she drove me insane, sometimes ~ and I need to clarify this - not for anyone but myself. I come from a long line of passionate, fiery women, well, either ~ passionate or completely insane. My mum, my Nan and her mother and probably her mother before her, myself ~ as well as my daughters ~ all passionate. I can remember when I was a little girl and my dear Nan was driving my mother absolutely demented to the point where at one stage my mum stormed outside screaming 'if I ever get like my mother, get a gun and shoot me'. Of course I don't have a gun but yes, my mother did turn into my Nan. And I have turned into my mother and my eldest daughter has turned into me ~ just the other day she said to me: ' geez, mum you frustrate me sometimes' . But the fact that we say these things does not mean that we don't love each other. AND(never start a sentence with and) after this past week of realizing that many won't have their mothers here with them at Christmas time, made me feel quite awful reading my previous post - cause I love my mum, I really do. And I will cherish the time we have left together