{"id":707,"date":"2023-01-11T08:02:11","date_gmt":"2023-01-11T12:02:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/on-mothers-the-marginalian\/"},"modified":"2023-01-11T08:02:11","modified_gmt":"2023-01-11T12:02:11","slug":"on-mothers-the-marginalian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/on-mothers-the-marginalian\/","title":{"rendered":"On Mothers \u2013 The Marginalian"},"content":{"rendered":"

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One of the hardest realizations in life, and one of the most liberating, is that our mothers are neither saints nor saviors \u2014 they are just people who, however messy or painful our childhood may have been, and however complicated the adult relationship, have loved us the best way they knew how, with the cards they were dealt and the tools they had. <\/p>\n

It is a whole life\u2019s work to accept this elemental fact, and a life\u2019s triumph to accept it not with bitterness but with love. <\/p>\n

How to make that liberating shift of perspective is what the playwright, suffragist, and psychologist Florida Scott-Maxwell<\/strong> (September 14, 1883\u2013March 6, 1979) considers in a passage from her 1968 autobiography The Measure of My Days<\/em><\/strong><\/a> (public library<\/em><\/a>). <\/p>\n