In the months to follow, we had some of the worst fights we've ever had. We'd scream and slam for hours over tiny things escalated by attitudes (mostly mine) and finished with us sitting in opposite corners with our arms crossed. In several instances I found myself so uncomfortable or displeased that I faced the possibility of leaving Casa Montana. However disruptive, each of these blowouts lent us snippets of insight into each others lives, gradually making it easier for us to understand one another.
The combination of the constant arguing and the inevitable thoughts of my first child started to lead me on a path of alternative thinking. I began to see the necessity in taking responsibility for my actions and relinquishing control while simultaneously coming to see my mom for what she is; a stunning woman, who in spite of her years of hardship, has always strived for greatness and offered me unwavering support and compassion. In turn, I believe she started to see me clearly as a young woman starting a new life chapter, unsure and in need of guidance and affection.
Now, for the first time in years, my mom and I are able to enjoy each other's company. We laugh, and play, and work together in a harmonious manner that I have never experienced. I feel as though a burden has been lifted and I can finally take pleasure in the innumerable wonders my mom has to offer.
It is a funny thing that in the anticipation of becoming a mother I have made amends with mine. And as usual, she was right, not only did the universe give me what I could handle, it gave me precisely what I needed.