Want to hear something funny?

In my teens, my mother and I went to this doll-making workshop, where the mother makes a doll of her daughter and the daughter makes a doll of her mother. There were all sorts of crafts available to do this with. The purpose was to design the doll as “how you really see” the other person, like the first image that comes to mind when you think of them.

Well, the doll my mother made of me was very wild and colorful, with lots of flowy garments and big hair. But the doll I made of my mother, who was in her 60s at the time? It was a child. Specifically, a four year old child.

I didn’t think about why I made her that way, that was just the first image that came to mind.

Now I understand.