Let It Out and Let It In
From Medium
My daughter is still too young to ask about my mother, for whom she’s named. When she does, though, I’ll most likely start by telling her that her grandmother was kind-hearted and generous, that she loved to laugh and could put just about anyone at ease. These things are true, but they’re also only part of the story. Maybe when she’s a little older, I’ll begin adding in that my mom was also brassy and bold, plus kind of a pottymouth. At times, I think already see the first two in my daughter. When I see the latter, it will likely be my fault.
