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A number of =wn= have met my daughter Greta - she is "my
daughter" for sure.
She lived with me off and on during her teens (more on than
off) and she nearly drove me to a breakdown (this is not an
exeration). We had many, many loud and angry fights about
stupid stuff. I even hit her once (she took my car to see
a friend in Hudson MA - she was only 15 and no license) she
had gotten me so angry. Through it all we never hated each
other, it only sounded that way and looked that way.
Now when we talk about those years - she does not know what
made her act the way she did - she knows now and she knew
then that she was doing very dangerous stuff and did not care.
Part of the problem was that I did care and I tried to make
her care about herself.
I still carry the pain of those fights with me, though somehow
I can look past them and remeber all the good times we shared
during those years. The most pain I have is that Greta is
more than a daughter to me, we share talents, interests and
personality and yet she is also like her father. And it is
when her likeness to her father surfaces that we fall back into
the old trap of fighting.
Greta is in California (going to college at Callornia State U
in LA) and when I visited her in August we talked about how
like her father she is and how that can drive me up the wall.
Well, low and behold, it also drives her up the wall and she
is trying to understand why it does.
We have both separately come to the same conclusion that our
fights are based on her being like her father in ways that
clash with her being like me and with me being who I know am.
So we both work at recognizing what is happening when we start
in on the other.
It has been a long and bumpy road with her and it is no where
near the spot where it is paved.
_peggy
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Who ever is
Thy Mother's glass
Can also be
Thy Father's glass.
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