Lifting the Fog

  My sister asked me if I had forgotten who my mother was. Of course I hadn't forgotten. Nor had I misremembered. I know exactly who and what my mother was.

  Helen had a hair trigger temper, but she was as quick to forgive. She imagined personal slights where there weren't any. Yet she could only see the good in those she truly loved. She was stiflingly strict as a parent, yet encouraged us to develop self-confidence and pride.

 Just because I choose to honor the memory of my mother, and appreciate her contribution to my development doesn't mean I've forgotten her faults and foibles. It just means I accept exactly who she was and love her anyway.