I'm writing in response trying my best to reflect on my own relationship with my mom growing up, as opposed to motherhood with sons as I probably subconsciously detach a bit from their moods -which could digress on gender, but it is what it is.

Alright, my mom. I'd spend hours on the phone with her when not with her. I'd bare my soul. I'd also be a bit sassy at times, but I don't think that I was looking for her to fix my emotions nor my struggles, she was a sounding board, for sure. I remember wanting to pave my own way and not be in her shadow. She was a generous person with her time and consideration of others and I remember wishing that she'd be a bit more independent. [[maybe some detachment skills from your daughters emotions would be a good thing??]] I also had my maternal gram to talk with, as well. She is more adept at this detachment thing. That might be the better path to not let your daughter's emotions affect your own.

My sons are not the waterworks that I was. I can see how it upset my mom, at times. I really don't think there was anything she could have done that she wasn't already doing to support me through those years.

The fact that there's so much conversation, though living through the tougher years now, does have a light at the end of the tunnel.