I have somehow stumbled into a very weird algorythym on my FB page recently featuring estranged parents and estranged adult children (and in-laws) discussing their various issues. I have fed the beast, unfortunately, by clicking on these stories, because the problems piqued my curiosity, so then the algorythym gives me even more of them, and of course, the more you click, the weirder the situations get. It has become obvious that I live a very sheltered life, if some of these stories are true. But reading all this has caused me to think a bit about the generational waves of parents and children through the decades, especially mothers and daughters, what with Mother's Day upcoming, and I have thoughts about it, of course.
My mom is from what has been dubbed the Silent Generation, a moniker which certainly does fit her, in particular. My mother has shared with me that her upbringing was spare. She was born in 1926, into a big family with a small bank balance, and everything was tight, including emotions.
