When I was 13 years old I thought that me and my mother live on different planets. My world and hers differed from each other like black and white. My mother tried to catch up with my world but not always succesfully and I couldn’t understand it. Today my daughter is 13 years old and I am chasing her world which is not mine. I am trying to put us on the same planet. And now that I am trying to catch up with this other dimension myself I understand the ineffectiveness of my mother's pursuits. I understand now that regardless of the world we live in we will love our children until the end of times although we don’t always understand the world they live in.
Like rose like thorn - no wonder...
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