2010 Reflections: How my relationship with my daughter has changed over the years.
When I first met my daughter in 1999, I was unsure of how to react to her and her family.
Whenever she would call, I dropped everything to talk to her because I was afraid that if I didn’t answer she would be upset and not call again. I finally convinced her to leave a message, and now if I'm busy, I don't drop everything to talk with her.
Before I wouldn't tell her if I needed to end the conversation, but now I can tell her, and she is willing to end the conversation.
One thing that is the same is that she doesn't refer to me as mom, mama or mother when we are talking, but if she is talking to someone else, she will say "my mother.”
I'm fine with her not calling me mother. Her grandchildren refer to me as Grandma Jenna.