Being Mom doesn’t make me a dictator. It acknowledges the differences. I’m blessed that their friends like me. That helps.
D1 was always TMI until I told her that a time could come when she regretted all she was spilling. Even so, at that breakfast the other day, I learned things. I don’t think she shared that bf issue because I’m a “friend,” but because I am the Mom, the one she can trust with an unusual dilemna.
As Mom, I don’t share back the same way as with my own besties. That’s a big difference. We have so much we like in common (and both are worrisomely just like me.) But what I deal with daily and monthly, is not her life. Not of so much interest in her own life.