The question of how my parents fought came up in a conversation the other day and I realized that I had never seen my parents fight. Then the more important and personal realization came that I had never fought with my mom. The woman who I frequently describe as my source of unconditional love had never been tested. She died very young, as I was just starting my post college life. What would she have said if she knew that I went over a decade without attending a church? Marched on Washington for reproductive rights? Shared an apartment with my fiancee? Would our relationship have remained as strong? Would I have withheld parts of myself from her? Would she have continued to love me and support me in the same deep, meaningful ways?
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