Stuck in a traffic jam yesterday I looked in my rearview mirror to check the distance of the car behind me.
Stationary for a while I was drawn back to the people in the car as they were clearly (to me anyway) mother and daughter. The elderly mother was the passenger, her middle- age daughter the driver and they were deep in discussion. There appeared to be a conflict there, the daughter looking frustrated and the mother continuing to talk and talk.
Just a snapshot in time but a rather telling one at that. When I read this article today it reminded me of this pair and brought into focus memories of my own mother who passed away almost a year ago now.
Bethany Webster writes in-depth about this complicated relationship between mother and daughter; when the patterns of behaviour begin and how they develop. She also has some excellent questions at the end of her piece for self-reflection.