Two

What scares me most about my mom´s cancer is this: that she might die before she´s finished her job.  I felt insufficiently mothered as a child and even now (I´m fifty!) part of me keeps hoping she´s going to tuck me in and bring me my blankie.  I don´t want her to leave and force me to give up by fantasy of being totally and unconditionally nurtured, protected, and affirmed.  I don´t want to grow up.

 

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