Rebecca Jones

The Mother I Use to Know

There was a time when I thought you were perfect. And not in that superficial, I-love-you-so-you’re-perfect way. I really did think you were perfect. Anytime I didn’t know the answer, you had it. If I didn’t know how to do something, you did. You were everything to me, but I never could have imagined who you would become. You were my perfect example of who I wanted to be when I grew up. But now I’m grown, and that woman I used to admire no longer exists.