From Mother To Daughter

some mothers are so close to their daughters, that they can crack dirty jokes together, that the daughter will come to mom for anything--- certainly the result of mother remembering what it was like to be younger, spending the time with her child in order to form an unbreakable bond of trust & the want to not repeat the things she hated that her own mother did to her, or neglected, as the case may have been. can’t imagine that the birds n’ bees are a hard subject to go over when such a bond exists, where the daughter is always asking mom about everything from the first kiss to further involvement--- but still, what must it be like for such a mom to wake up in the morning & know that the innocence is gone? is it easier for the mother who has a deep bond, to know that her daughter is having sex, than a mother who doesn’t have it together? certainly the ignorance of a child might allow for less knowledge considering the point & so what does it mean for the both of them, when the innocence is gone? a man cannot know--- he cannot look into a young one’s eyes & know the same as the woman who has given birth to this child, he cannot step outside the young man that he himself was--- all he has is the hindsight that those particular days were wrought with raging hormones & all the time in the world to reap the benefits of being young. when mother looks in her daughter’s eyes, does she begin to worry more? how much worry must past through on a daily basis, before she goes to bed, before she goes to work, wondering if her child is alright? & how much of the time does she just sigh from being overwhelmed & sensory overloaded with stress that never seems to relent from mother to daughter & daughter to mother.