Caught in the Crosshairs

As Mother’s Day approached this year, I began to recall the long-ago “words to live by” that were oft quoted by my Mom.  I half-listened to her warnings and guidelines because they never quite fit.  I have since realised that she was the product of a post-Victorian upbringing, passing through the “liberation” of the 1920’s and then snagged in the expectations of the stay-at-home wife/mother scenario of the 1940′ and 50’s.  She was bored living the life of mother/housewife and wanted a career.  But she lived in a world where my father had ultimate control.  He told her that the only way she could work would be if she worked at the register in the grocery store he owned. She accepted that but was never fulfilled.  Small wonder.  I still feel saddened that she never got to spread her wings. Continue reading “Caught in the Crosshairs”