It is a fine line between friendship and being a mother during the growing-up years. I had to know when to correct her and when to be her confidant. Being her friend gave me the rare opportunity for her to share things about her life freely. Once the resentment and anger lifted from her heart, I no longer had to force information out of her. I have learned to provide her with love and respect. Listening to her with an open mind and an understanding heart changed her attitude from hopeless to hopeful. She has grown into a beautiful, intelligent, responsible, overachiever, occasional hypochondriac, with a heart of gold and I’m blessed to be able to call her my daughter.
