At some point, we all form pictures of what things look like or what we think they should look like. Mothering is one of those things. In many pictures, the child has some traits of her mother and looks like her. More and more, mothers and daughters don’t look alike.
And it doesn’t matter. Nowhere is it written that we should look like the people who raise us. The only prerequisite is love, and we all know love has no color.
A friend told me about a new memoir, On the Outskirts of Normal: Forging a Family Against the Grain. I read this wonderful essay by author Debra Monroe in the Dallas Morning News, and I am putting the book on my reading list. It’s a reminder that motherhood doesn’t always look like the pictures we form in our minds.