Hello, my name is Linda. I am a mother. Yes, it does seem like an addiction. Most women begin their mothering experiences as a young person. Makes sense to me. Bodies handle it well, energy lasts for the whole day, attitudes are usually positive. I can reflect on my own mother. Today was her birthday, she died in 2005. Mom was beautiful, sweet, loving, and submissive to my dad. Probably part of the culture of the day, partially the religous training. I am a mother to two boys. Now they are fathers. I still feel the need to be their mother. For the last two years I have been “mothering” and raising two granddaughters. Being a grandmother and mother should be two different roles.

Today in my TOPS club the discussion was about “nurturing” ourselves. This year, at 69, I will begin nurturing Linda.