Queen Mother

I just had a giant fibroid taken out of me along with my fallopian tubes, or was it my brain and my fallopian tubes?  Either way, I seemed to have gone into hormonal shock, questioning the way I raised my daughter and what I have done in the past 51 years.  Yes, I had a lot of time on my hands and yes, the morphine drip might have had something to do with it...In medical terms, I went plum crazy.  I know as an artist/mother I was not the type of mother my daughter Zoe would have chosen.  I taught her to play in puddles, draw on the walls and make many mistakes, which is like child abuse for her type of personality.  She is a kid who likes to follow the rules and I like to make them up as I go.  Somehow, my fabulous child turned out pretty damn OK and I couldn't be more proud of her.  But this mothering crap is hard.  The Brady Bunch totally lied to me; everything is not fixed in an hour.  

 My dad said I came out of my mother holding a crayon and chasing boys. I guess I should give myself a break because if I weren't so happily nuts, maybe I wouldn't see the world the way I do.  So to all the mothers out there, I give you a BIG WOO HOO!  Give your kids a pen and paper, tell them to write down everything, so when they are in therapy blaming you...at least they will have the facts right!