Moms and daughters – just the best ever

My life would be drab, boring and uneventful, I think, if I didn’t have my daughters to share it with. They are 20, 21, 23, and 24 in age and that is about the only thing that they really have in common.

My 20-year-old is Type A, like me, intense, a planner, and just great fun with her quick wit and silly sarcasm – she always makes me laugh. She is thoughtful and caring and will someday shine in the medical career that she is diligently pursuing. The 21-year-old is an enigma – a mix of intensity and laid-back, laissez-fare, don’t-rush-me attitude. Away from home, she is a bio-medical engineering/mechanical engineering double major with a Spanish minor who is involved in every academic society there is, earning straight A’s (mostly) and designing medical parts and pieces for horses and dogs in her spare time. At home, she sleeps. Seriously, she sleeps pretty much the entire time she is home for any type of break or long weekend.

My 23-year-old couldn’t possibly be more laid back and free-spirited (she thinks when I call her a hippie it gives people the wrong impression). She is Type B through and through. She is a talented artist who sees beauty in most everything and every being. She photographs the food she prepares, the dog she loves, the babies of her friends, and all of nature around her. She understands the universe deep within her core in a way that is foreign to most people – and she has an overwhelming sense of responsibility to do the right thing. I have never met anyone with a conscience like she has.

And the 24-year-old? She is a whirlwind of energy and quick response with a piercing look that shouts – “Do not cross me.” Not too far below the surface, she is full of emotion and tenderness and genuine concern for humanity. She is a contradiction of tradition and trendy, with a sincere curiosity for most anything and a loyalty to those she loves that is unbreakable.

I’m sad when I hear of so many mothers and daughters who do not enjoy each other. I simply can’t imagine my life without the joy, chaos, challenges and chores that go along with having daughters. I cherish the times when we are all together, and of course any time that I have one-on-one with each of them. I am grateful for every Sunday night dinner or walk along the boulevard, or lingering brunch that we can share. I learn as much as I teach and look forward to the next time, the minute they are driving away from me.

In honor of Mother’s Day and mothers every day, I hope you enjoy this issue of Maine Women magazine. Feel free to share your stories with us.

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Lee Hews, Publisher

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