I am reading a memoir so poignant I can hardly stand it, in the best way possible.
It’s called Glitter and Glue, by Kelly Corrigan. Can’t recommend it highly enough. The book is aptly named as it is so “sticking to me.”
The book is about young and wanderlust Kelly’s realizations about motherhood (or more like her own mother, once being thousands of miles away from her and care-taking for a healing family) and love through an unexpected job as a nanny while traveling to Australia with a friend.
I find myself jotting down excerpts, that simply say the stuff that is so obvious but so true. Like when recounting her many many mother daughter battles, she says,
“then I realize, You have to care to fight.”
…and upon discovering the epiphany that basically mothers or particularly her mother, has absorbed so many of life’s little injustices on her behalf,
“it occurs to me that maybe the reason my mother was exhausted all the time wasn’t because she was doing so much, but because she was feeling so much.”
It’s also funny and heart warming.
Not to be bossy, but: Go. read. this. book.